Spell Natasha Novelas e Histórias

"I'm Natasha by the way, but everyone calls me Nat and I am a Dwarf" -Nat said looking up to Chronos while walking towards a relatively ancient-looking shack. "You?" She asked. A Dwarf, that explains her stature -Chronos thought before answering. "I'm Chronos" -He replied.

"How old are you, little Lady?" A genuine smile appeared on her lips and she came closer, blushing, "I'm five! My name is Alisha, by the way! What's your name?" "Oh, so you have the name of one of the founders of the Caspien Empire," she nodded, proudly. "My name is Natasha Nicholai-" wait, what? I gulped, covering my mouth with my hands. What is happening? "I…"

Henry was stuck with his Luna, a soft spoken female named Natasha, whom Natalia was named after, until her father and brothers could be taken care of. Natasha had been lovely; Natalia looked like her. Hair so blonde it was almost white, pale, ice blue eyes. But fortunately, or unfortunately, Natalia had inherited his temperament and business acumen. Which included how to use a mating treaty to gain land with minimal war, cost, or effort.

she pleaded shamelessly with a smile. As he opened his mouth to give her a reply, his boss shouted, "If she steps a foot into this compound, consider yourself jobless, Mr Dalton.” She shifted her gaze to him. 'Why's he so cold?' She wondered. A hand gripped her left arm firmly. “What are you doing?” she asked the gatekeeper who had gripped her arm, wide eyed.

I headed to Natalie's house. "Good morning, future Alpha," Natalia's guard Denver, greeted with his head bowed in respect. I took a short glance at him, ignored him, and tried to walk into the room. I glared at him with an angry look on my face as he stood before me. "What is it?" I asked in a cold tone. "I'm sorry for blocking you, future Alpha," "The Luna is not in her room," he said in a cold tone, and I arched my eyebrows.

she said sarcastically. I grinned. I couldn’t help myself. I was also rock-hard as I thought about what happened last night. I’d put her into so many different positions that I’m sure she had felt like a pretzel. I would need to spank her for acting insolent when she called me master. “Your thoughts are deafening, Nathaniel. You will not be spanking me later. My body is sore as it is. That’s why I’m at the spa getting a massage right now.”

She did not tell Jacob that she is coming home today because she wants to surprise him. Jacob, Natasha’s boyfriend, is the CEO of Mavro's company, he is a well-known bachelor and a lot of women wants him. He is rich, handsome and he has everything a woman dreams for. He becomes a billionaire in such a young age and everyone looks up to him for that.

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.

Natália rested on one of the divans in the antechamber, wearing a deep blue satin robe embroidered in gold. Her perfectly manicured nails slid along a glass of freshly served pomegranate juice. Silence was her most faithful companion, except for the discreet ring of the phone on the marble side table. She answered with elegance, without rushing. “Speak.” Svetlana’s voice came through the line, with that soapy tone of forced sweetness. “Good morning, my lady. Today will be a invigorating day. I feel it has begun… exactly as it should.” Natália raised an eyebrow, a slight smile forming on her red lips.

I watched her bite lightly against her lower lip while running a frustrated hand through her already messy hair. She was running out of escape routes. Beautiful. “Oh…” Mrs. Berlin said approvingly. “A hardworking man. I like that.” Natasha groaned softly. Then suddenly, as though struck by inspiration, she turned quickly toward her mother. “Mom… don’t you have that doctor’s appointment today?” Nice attempt. Unfortunately— “That’s not until Tuesday,” Mrs. Berlin replied casually. A subtle smile pulled at my lips. Natasha noticed immediately. And there it was again.