The Cellar Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Eleana wanted to turn around and see who it was, but she was interrupted by Natasha's sudden words. "Of course. I'm already turning five months old. My baby is growing strong and healthy. He's Campbell after all." Natasha flashed Eleana her perfectly pearly white teeth as she spoke with a pinch of pride and arrogance in her voice. Eleana shouldn't be surprised by the homelessness of this woman, but every time she never ceases to surprise her more and more. What a shameless, hypocritical woman!

Natasha M. Forrest "Why?" Natasha, who had been waiting for her cue to leave, suddenly threw a vase with peach flowers at the girl trembling in the corner. "Why is she here?" Natasha screamed at the girl. It wasn't really a question that the girl could answer, but that didn't matter. "I-I'm sorry, she said she had to give you a present! It looked like she would give you a lot of money, so I let her i-in!" The girl trembled as she said this, but nothing could reach Natasha.

Yeah, I wasn’t complaining. I was grabbing a smoothie at the student café when it happened. Logan, in all his tall, tanned, and annoyingly hot glory, walked in with two of his football friends. His eyes scanned the room once, and the second they landed on me, his face lit up. A casual smirk, a head tilt that said, There you are. My heart fluttered. But just as he started to head in my direction, she happened. Natasha Keller. The girl had legs for days, platinum-blonde hair that definitely wasn’t natural, and a smile she flashed only when she wanted something.

Rotting in an unmarked grave while she wasted away inside this cell. "You think you've won," the lieutenant heard herself say, her voice raw and hollow. "But you haven't. You killed him, and now I have nothing left to lose." Natasha's eyes narrowed. "That makes you dangerous." A brief pause. "Or useful." She turned toward the door. "We'll see which one tomorrow." Without another word, she walked out. The heavy iron door groaned shut behind her. The lock clicked into place. Silence swallowed the cell once more.

I offered her a small smile, exited the room and made my way down the stairs. “Hey, Theonardo,” said Natasha cheerily, pulling down the streamers from the wall, shoving them into a trash bag, and gazing around the messy-looking room in distaste. “Hey, Natasha. Did you have a good night?” I asked, grabbing a few crumpled up beer cans off of the floor and passing them to her. “It was.eventful,” she laughed, shaking her head, pushing her glasses up on her nose, her hair pulled into a messy bun at the back of her head.

They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before coming clean. No one ever saw that version of me. And yet here I was. Still cleaning up messes. Still making sure certain ghosts stayed buried. The sound of my phone filled the room. I pulled it out of my pocket. Daniel. I turned away from the bars and answered. “Yes?” “Boss. We’ve got a problem.” Daniel’s voice was tight. “One of our guys watching the Whitmores said Natasha ran out crying. Got into a cab. They lost her.”

A woman clearly Natasha's age walked towards her and Alec with a smile. "Darling," She gazed at Alec. "Alec Hart, I have never seen you in my plaza before." She waved her hands up in the air with a smile. "Cindy?" She turned towards Natasha, "Why are you here?" Natasha's eye lids darted around the whole room, she had recognized Clara from the PTA, Clara had a daughter nearly Niccy and Nikky's age. "I am here shopping," She paused, suddenly gazing at Alec. "With him."

It was the call she had been waiting for—the location of Natasha, Peters aunt who was currently taking care of Lotus' children A triumphant smirk curled Sheila's lips as she pressed the answer button. "Hello," she answered. ''ve finally located Natasha. She's been assigned to a secluded house in the outskirts of town in new York. She is friends with her two new neighbours who just moved to new York." Sheila frowned. "Get me the pictures of the new neighbours." "Thank you for your work. Keep watching them closely, but make sure not to let them suspect anything." "Sure miss Sheila." "Oh, Lotus. No matter where you run, I still have you tied around my fingers."

- Please cooperate with me in a moment. I'll block the camera and you'll pour the milk into the bathroom for me. – Lucasta said quickly. - Yes. Natasha replied briefly then stepped back and waited for Lucasta to finish eating. The worry in the maid's heart gradually lessened a little and then increased even more. While Lucasta tried to eat a lot to have the strength to climb the wall and run away, Natasha silently prayed for everything to go smoothly. After eating all the food, Lucasta calmly took the glass of milk, stood up, and walked closer to the potted plant, deliberately letting the skirt of her dress cover the camera lens.

Hearing Natasha's words, Mary looked at her in surprise and asked, "What are you talking about dear?" In response to her Mother's question, Natasha said, "I am talking about my biggest enemy, Natalie. Natalie has deceived us all. We knew that she was a stupid girl from the village, but in fact, she is an educated doctor. I saw her with my own eyes sitting in the hospital and seeing patients and after collecting information about this, I saw that she is indeed a doctor. She is a compassionate doctor who treats patients for free. I took advantage of her gentle heart and destroyed her."