Synopsis Of The Party Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

I opened it to find the pregnancy test results from the infirmary. "Patient name: Isabelle Morrison. "Gestational age: Five weeks. "Authorized by: Ryder Blackwood." It was dated three weeks earlier. I laughed. It was a bitter sound edged with despair. There had never been a choice. What I got was nothing but a notice, long after it no longer mattered. Everything had been scripted long ago, including my reaction, my pain, and my final surrender. The bonding ceremony I'd once longed for now felt pointless. If Ryder wanted another she-wolf's pup, how could I stop him with my dying body?

My daughter, Naomi Hartman, suffered sudden heart failure and needed immediate surgery. I bolted home and asked my wife, Heather Conner, for the bank card where I had been saving money for Naomi's surgery. I had been depositing money into that account every month, so there should have been at least 13 thousand dollars in there, excluding interest. Heather was squatting on the balcony, hand-washing underwear for Jared Winters, the impoverished college student she had been sponsoring.

“Trust me, kotyonok, I know exactly what I’m missing out on.” Wicked satisfaction gives her eyes a brighter gleam. “Do you think of me? If yes, then do you touch yourself when you do?” She leans toward me like she’s about to tell me a secret. “Because I’ve been having too many dates with my B.O.B lately. If it could talk, it would probably be begging for a break.” My jaw slackens and heat plows through me. “Fucking hell,” a new voice hisses in shock. Natalia flushes an adorable shade of red when Yuri stares at her with shock he doesn’t bother hiding.

I whispered to her. I expected her to scold me and slap my shoulder, but instead, she stood up and pulled me with her. Looks like her hormones are getting stronger and stronger. I like it when she's the one insisting. Passing by Richie, who's carrying a tray of food, probably for Nathaniel, I nodded at him when he looked at us with a frown. Must be because the party is about to start, and we're heading back inside the house. Wincing, I discreetly pointed at Natasha, and he already knew what it means.

His Three-pieces suit, hung perfectly on his body, his hair gelled to the other side of his face, leaving a little bit of bang in the front to give him the sexy look. His head and attention still on his Cell phone as he typed away with his new conquest. "Why are you still seated here? Are you not going to the party anymore? or perhaps you need your old man to give you a tongue lashing, huh?" Natasha who had just walked into the house, berated Peter who was seated a few feet away on the couch. "Madam." Natasha just nodded her head without glancing at the servant who took her bag away. she walked to the couch and sat down.

" I said dreamily as I looked over again at the popular table and saw Deana giggling. She saw me looking and she then smirked as she leaned on Preston's ear to whisper something. He grinned, clearly pleased with whatever she said to him and stood up from his seat. He picked up his soda and started walking to our direction with a breathtaking smile plastered on his face. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. My eyes bugged out and turned my head hastily to look at Natalie with a panicked look. "Nat, Preston's coming over to our table. What should I do?" I scrambled to fix myself and see if I looked alright but what the hell, who am I kidding of course I didn’t look spiffy right now. She

"Thank you, all of you. This is incredible." As they gathered around him, laughter and celebration filled the air. They started their little party. But as the party was going on, Patty had her own plans. She saw the party as a chance to get rid of Brixlee and she already had her plans in motion but first she needed to get a taste of what luxury felt like. When she noticed everybody was so lost in the moment, she slipped out of the crowd and stealthily slipped into Nathan and Brixlee's room. Her eyes darted around, taking in the meticulously decorated space that reflected the couple's love and happiness.

He hugged her, a sneaky smile appearing on his face. Natasha patted him on the back. She knew what she had to do. "Alright. Go and take a bath. I will clean up the mess and prepare breakfast." "Okay." Jack happily went into the bathroom. Natasha looked at the dresses, her heart heavy with frustration. She had declined Easton's invitation to a party following the results announcement. Then he asked her to attend this banquet, which was for the promotion of the show. As the female lead, it was crucial for her to go to the party. But she wouldn’t want to become a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was better if she skipped it.

I asked her. "This party was planned for a long while for the end of the war, so follow me swiftly and hush your mouth before you get me into any trouble." I did as I was told and went into the large ballroom. It was crowded and full of a lot of wolves— men and women. They all sat around a long table filled with food, beer, and wine. "You'll be sitting with me," Natasha told me as she led me over to a table where all the other maids were. I sat and turned my eyes to where the rulers were sitting. Alpha Maximus and Luna Trina were already seated.

pinky muttered as she finally located where Natasha was. She was walk closer to where Natasha was with her big gown falling on the air. "Natasha!"pinky tap her shoulder. "Hello Mrs pinky Seth"Natasha teased her as she turned around. "I hope you are enjoying the party!"pinky said trying to change the topic, answering Mrs pinky Seth is not a problem to her but the fact that she is going to leave in the same roof with a murderer. Natasha noticed the sadness on Pinky's face, she had to drop the glass of wine on the table.