Tatiana From Kitchen Nightmares Novels & Stories

She cussed immediately as she stood up from her bed quickly , dragged her towel from the hook and dashed into the bathroom. **** "You're not gonna have breakfast" Tatiana's mom called as she rushed out of her room and headed towards the door. "I'm late mom " she said, not stopping at all. "Still , put something in your stomach " "I made you a sandwich " she said and Tiana stopped as she turned around and headed for the dinning table. She picked up a slice and took a bite out of it . Immediately she swallowed it, her hands flung to her mouth as she turned the other way , before she could get to the wash hand basin , she already threw up all over the place .

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

She waited, calm, controlled, and finally, Xander’s gaze landed on her. He looked at her slowly, his eyes cold, sharp, filled with a dangerous calm. His expression didn’t soften; if anything, it sharpened. Tatiana’s posture stayed straight, fingers lightly folded in front of her, waiting for his acknowledgement. “It’s either we sink,” she said quietly, “or she sinks.” David blinked. “What do you mean?” Xander’s eyes remained fixed on her. Tatiana interlocked her fingers on the table. “I heard Mrs Tatiana was not an angel. She was cheating on her husband.”

He ducks easily and doesn't even flinch when it shatters behind him. “What the hell is going on in here?” We both turn in time to watch Tatiana dash into the room, flushed and breathless, in her pajamas and slippers. “Why are you screaming at each other? I could hear you from the kitchen!” “Go back to the kitchen,” I mutter, glaring at the traitor in front of me. “Go, now.” “No. You're not going to send me off someplace else. I’m not a teenager anymore.”

After changing I walked to the kitchen to see if I can get something to eat even though I know that when it is past the times given to have breakfast there isn't anything left but I was so hungry I couldn't wait for lunch. I met one of the other servants that told me that Tatiana called for me out in the garden. My stomach hollowed out and my heart almost leaped out of my chest, I lost all appetite. I followed her as she led me to the garden. Why must I be afraid? I am his mate after all, I assured myself as we walked there. Tatiana looked as beautiful as always, there was just something about these wolves, maybe it's a werewolf thing where they're all pretty. She sat there as another Omega

Daniela’s POV I was sure I was going to wake up before Kathy did, because one: I didn’t sleep long in new environments. And two: a nightmare would definitely wake me up hours before I would like to be up. But that didn’t happen. When I opened my eyes, the room was very bright. Either Kathy’s bedroom curtains were very light or I had slept hours deep into the day. The latter didn’t feel real. Another thing, Kathy wasn’t on the bed.

Another said and Tatiana gulped on hearing that. "Most of those sent to Lucifer never comes back, it always a Mistake or the other!" Another mumbled. "If not for my mum, I wouldn't be here!" Tatiana exhaled her eyes landed on Madam Gina and she walked towards her. "Morning Madam Gina!" Tatiana greeted and she faced her "Tatiana, how was your night?" She asked and Tatiana clamps her lips together, her night was horrible. "It was fine!" She lied flashing a smile.

"But we have to live a healthy life, Andre." "No.. I'm not in the mood." "You suck.." He hissed. "You too." I hissed and ended the call. I stood up and walked out from the room. I smelled something good and I walked downstairs. I found Tatiana cooking in the middle of the living room with a portable stove. "What the heck are you doing?" I asked her disbelief. "Making pancakes.. you should make a kitchen in your house.. it's weird to not have a kitchen." She said and I walked to her.

What the hell happened in the five years she threw me away. The questions crowded my mind but I didn’t have time to follow any of them. I reached the kitchen doorway and found the table already set. Breakfast served. The space smelled of burnt spices, a messy attempt at something edible. Tatiana stood at the far end of the table, her shoulders hunched and arms folded across her chest like a child trying to protect herself from a storm. Her hair was tangled, strands clinging to her damp face, and the faint smell of sweat followed her like a trail of shame.

*Tatiana* I wake up in a strange room, my entire body sore, my head pounding, my leg muscles weak from all the running yesterday, and to make it all worse, nightmares kept me up all night, so I’m also groggy–and irritable. Visions of my parents being murdered flashed before my eyes all night long. The blood dripping down their faces, Oleg’s vicious grin, a silent scream stuck on my lips. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, only to fall back asleep and start the cycle all over again.