The Cellar Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

The vehicle follows the curving driveway toward the main entrance of the estate. Ten miles away, a key slides into the brass lock of a high-rise apartment door. Natasha pushes the heavy wood open. She steps into the entryway. She drops her gold evening bag onto the marble console. Reaching down, she unbuckles the thin straps of her heels. She steps out of the shoes, leaving them abandoned on the floor. Her bare feet press against the cold hardwood. She walks into the dark kitchen. She pulls a bottle of vodka from the freezer. Pouring a measure of the clear liquid into a low glass, she carries the drink into the living room.

If she took even step into the forest there was not a single fucking thing we could do. I caught up with the guys who were watching Natasha pace outside of her house. I leaned against the post that her mailbox was attached to. She stopped suddenly to stroll up the stairs. She turned the knob, before walking back down the stairs to go around the house. She stopped at the storm cellar doors and tugged hard. They didn’t budge. She went to the back door and again it didn’t budge. She walked up to Timothy and held out her hand. He raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you want?,” he asked.

The day is almost half-finished and as I was watching a movie my phone started ringing so I ran to my room and answered it "Hello?" I said "Is this Miss Greyson?" A girl asked "Yeah this is she," I said "Good I need you to come to get Mr Rodriguez's kids at the school. Their old nanny just quit giving me Emily and left. Their father is stuck in a meeting so he gave me your number and name and said to tell you that you are hired," the girl said "Okay send me their location I'll be right there," I said and hung up I changed into some short jeans and a cute unicorn black T-shirt. I grabbed my phone and my keys and went to go get the kids. As I stopped in front of the school I saw three kids wai

Shane said I ignored him and took a gulp from my glass. “What?” I snapped at Shane “Why are you in such a foul mood?” he asked I didn’t reply. “You are chasing the women away with that look” he said getting up “I’m not gonna let you be a cockblocker for me” he said as he walked to a lady I took another gulp of my drink. I looked around and that was when I spotted her. Natasha Stone How was she here? I didn’t know she was a member of this club.

” Natasha said to the two pups who lowered their heads and pouted. ”But we want to play,” One of them whined as her bottom lip trembled. ”You can play later, now go find Ms. Wallis.” Natasha said. The two pups grabbed each other's hands and ran off, pushing each other and playing chase on the way out. When they were gone, Natashas face faltered. With a swing of her hand, she closed the doors to the kitchen. She turned around to face Carlson who was standing as well. He had a grin on his face and he pretentious. Natasha raised her hands, causing a whirling wind to move across the kitchen. With it came glass, porcelain, and utensils. It all gathered behind her before she swung her hands forwar

He stood upright, deriving pleasure from the fear written all over Natasha's face. “Please," Natasha muttered, pleading for mercy. The General Secretary raised his foot and kicked her in the chest, making her tumble inside a deep dark hole that was dug a few hours ago. Natasha landed hard on the ground, her joints sore and red. The whole was so deep that she couldn't see the top. “Please, let me go," She cried, trying to get up. “Rest in peace, Natasha,” The General Secretary mocked as the gangsters shoveled sand and poured it on Natasha.

William suggested, patting Belinda on the shoulder. “Don't worry, I won't incite her.” Inside the interrogation room, Natasha appeared disheveled, having been forcibly dragged away by police officers yesterday. Her oily face and disheveled hair suggested Belinda could tell Natasha hadn't slept well, as she wasn't used to sleeping on a mattress. “Did you sleep well, Sis?” Belinda asked sarcastically. Natasha clenched her right fists. "You shameless child! Because of you, my family is now destroyed!"

Natasha said in a cold tone scaring Nancy,who knew things were going to get messy in a few seconds to come. "Natasha White,A whore in the making!" Boldly written in the news headlines,was this. Natasha pushed Nancy aside getting closer to read more,she saw her picture of where she was in the club drinking,and when she's sneaking outside of a hotel room,clenching her fist that she could feel her skin already bleeding. Skyler! How dare you!

“Got to change up now, dad. See you at dinner.” She turned the knob back down and quickly dashed into her room, closing the door behind. She latched the door and shifted her weight against it, sighing heavily. Then she threw her bag on the wooden table across the room and kicked the shoes off her feet. Natasha fell on the bed effortlessly and turned to face the ceiling, and exhausted, she fell into a restless sleep. Fifteen minutes into the nap, Natasha came awake to the sound of her phone ringing. Her eyes opened blearily, and she groaned curse words not so loudly.

“It’s definitely a painful experience.” Barnaby unchained me and took me up the steps. I found that we were actually in the cellar of his home. Since I had never actually wandered around it, I never knew he had set it up like a dungeon. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know why. I know that Veronica had sometimes brought him women to feed on, but I wasn’t sure if Barnaby liked to torture them. That was something I didn’t want to know.