She's So Right Natalie Winters Novels & Stories

Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy. The police arrested Richard at a shareholder meeting. Olive tried fleeing with the last of the funds but was intercepted by Neal at the airport. Word was that she screamed curses at him in the terminal, calling him ungrateful. Neal tossed a DNA test in her face, proof from the dying boss of the black market that Olive wasn't Richard's daughter. Rather, she was a pawn planted by his enemies. Neal's voice was chillingly calm. "Like us, you are someone's chess piece. You simply wanted too much."

No one took photos. Every sound from before had vanished. I stood outside the glass and watched her huddled in the corner. December in New York. Ice water pouring from above. I knew exactly what that felt like. When the timer ended, I pressed the button again. The sprinklers stopped. Salina stumbled out, hair matted and tangled, soaked through, lips turning purple, every trace of her earlier arrogance washed away. She stood shivering before me, her voice too hoarse even to cry. I looked at her without expression.

Anna pressed her lips together in a smile and set the watch on the table. “I’ll pass. I don’t have a thing for being wiretapped.” My hand stiffened. She sat down across from me and propped her chin on her hand as she asked with a smile, “Dr. Summer, did you enjoy the show last night? I even brought my purse into the bedroom on purpose so you could hear more clearly. Oh, but there were probably some parts that you missed. After all, John doesn’t just like to do it in the bedroom. He enjoys other places even more.”

“Who is Ninian Winters?” Ninian turned and looked at her. “That’s me. What’s the matter?” The makeup artist’s expression changed. She said with a smile, “Ms. Hall, is Ms. Mitchell looking for Ms. Winters? She’s not done with her makeup yet. Do you mind coming again later? ‘Ms. Mitchell?’ Ninian raised her eyebrow. ‘Isn’t she the female lead of the drama called “In Full Bloom”? She’s also the hottest actress in the entertainment industry. ‘We are not scheduled to have any shootings together. Why is she here for me?’

I understood her plight because it's what we've been saying for ages now… “I know,” I admitted. “But we can’t rush this. We have to be smart.” She looked away, her jaw tightening. “We need our things back. Our name. Our documents. Everything.” “I know.” She let out a slow breath. “I can’t believe this is happening.” Neither could I. Natalie pushed herself up and walked to the window. She pulled the curtain back slightly, peeking outside. Her shoulders were stiff. “What if they’re watching us?”

Then why should I expect perfection from my partner? Several minutes passed, and Natasha still could not speak. Her mouth opened and closed again without a sound coming out. "Are you an idiot?" she asked in a hissing voice of disbelief. Elisha sighed and smiled. "No. Of course not," she replied. "Unfortunately, I'm no fool, Miss Dawn. I am Elisha Winter, the wife of Alexander Winter, who is your boss and one of the three owners of MAC. So, for the second time, please get out of this room."

You know the kind—the one where you're sitting at the dinner table and everyone stares at you like you've just grown a third eye. Winter's mom, a petite woman with gentle features and concern on her brow, spoke up. "I felt a shift in the energy around us just a couple of hours after you two parted ways. It was like the air was filled with something electric, even mystical. I knew then that Winter had awakened. She accessed her full powers," she explained, her eyes moving between my parents and me, as if she were studying a rare artifact.

Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t sleeping. Natalie was surprised when Dante removed one earbud from her ear. Her eyes snapped open. He put the earbud in his left ear, wondering what song she was listening to. “Dante, I’m not in the mood to talk to you,” Natalie said flatly. “What’s wrong?” Dante sat on the edge of the bed listening to Cinnamon Girl that Natalie was playing. Apparently, she was a fan of Lana Del Rey. “I’m just in a bad mood,” Natalie said. She turned her body around and curled her back to Dante.

"What’s the scouting report? What does she look like?" "She’s tiny. Like, five-two on tiptoes," Ethan says, leveling his hand at his chest. "Blonde, sharp bangs." He gestures across his forehead to describe the cut. "And she’s got a bit of a mean streak, but honestly? It’s working for me," he says with a dazed, goofy grin. I tilt my head, the description clicking into place with a sickening thud. The only person fitting that profile was Kol’s roommate. I’d seen her a dozen times at the Riverside Duplex. "Her name wouldn't happen to be Valeria, would it?"

“Who are you?” Tanya asked. “What!!! You don't know me?” Natalie asked. “Am I supposed to know you?” Taanya asked, confused. Seeing the situation was getting a bit of tenses, Liam and Chris pulled Tanya to the side. “That's Natalie.” Liam said. “So? Who is she?” She asked. What's so special about her? “She's Natalie. A big superstar. She's the one whom dazzle had been working with before she decided to sign with the opponents.” Chris explained.