The Cellar Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Natasha headed over to them as she sat gently on the chair. “Good afternoon sir and ma”. Natasha said staring more confidently at Mrs Rasemela. “And who are you?”. Brenda asked now dropping the fork on the plate Natasha stared at her boldly,she could see the resemblance between them. “Am Natasha Smith, Parker's daughter and your daughter”. The room became silent,as though the whole building was attentive to what was going on. Mrs Rasemela stared at her as she kept silent. For some reason she wasn't sure if Natasha had gone crazy all of a sudden

Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth. At the time of this incident, Natasha was nineteen years old. Frustrated by the confrontation, she left her father's house and rode her bicycle to a public space near a slum, almost like a playground. There, she observed other children, less privileged than herself, playing freely and joyfully.

QUEEN NATASH, the most powerful woman in Los Angeles and the boss of NATEL casino where all the games take place. Natasha Garcia was born to the family of Smith and Helen Garcia. Me Smith worked as a driver for a very influential politician, but one day he witnessed a murder scene that cost him his life and that of his wife. Little Natasha had to grow up alone in the street eating from the waste and she grew up desperate for a way out of poverty. She was finally scouted by Mrs. Cruz who took her into her casino. Her job was as a stripper who had to tend to all the needs of their clients.

In less than 20 minutes, she had reached the Wilson Mansion. The three people were seated in the living room chatting and laughing together. They looked perfect, Just imagining the kind of life they could have had brought tears in her eyes. “Nora, you look so beautiful. It seemed that being away from Daniel has done a lot of good for you” Natasha exclaimed as she hugged Nora. “You used to be so skinny and sometimes your skin was so pale. Weren’t he giving you enough food? Mmh …..Daniel is a Moron “Natasha sneered.

Prudence grinned and turned from Carmen to Pierce, "you better watch out, detective or little Miss Nancy Drew over here's gonna give you a run for your money!" 🚀🚀🚀 Carmen was not the only person who had her hands full that fine Saturday as over at Carter •Labs, Natasha was busy trying to master her unique abilities that were still in development. "I can do this!" started a psyched up Natasha, hopping on the spot in black slacks while facing a large block of a Styrofoam packed cushion. "Are you sure?" chimed in Katie Patterson as she helped her partner, Carter, set up the large cushion ahead of Natasha with the help of a mechanized robot.

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

“Got it. I’ve got the first person on the screen now, but we’ll discuss it further when you arrive.” I gave the chauffeur the signal, and we were on our way home. When we arrived, I entered the secret room and saw Natasha at work. Her fingers flew across the keyboard like lightning, her focus unwavering. She used a type of laptop that was almost impossible to find, one that she had acquired through the underground, even military channels. She had done things she wasn’t ready to talk about yet to get it. Suddenly, Natasha spun the screen around for me to see. She stood up from her chair, moved to the table, and began explaining the man on her screen.

It's 4pm and Natasha went home early to prepare for her meeting with Howard. She wore a sophisticated red seductive dress and head to the venue by 7 pm. She let her blond curl medium length hair loose beneath her shoulder and colored her lips with red. Her thin straight nose matched well with her daring brown eyes and her delicate womanly scent lingered as she walked around the venue. The meeting is set in a fabulous restaurant in New York City and a staff greeted her when she entered.

I looked at my mother, and she signaled for me to leave the room with her. While we were exiting the room, Natasha didn't even look over her shoulder; she continued staring at the wall in a depressed state. Outside the door. "Are you beginning to feel sorry for her, Mom?" I asked. Mom sighed deeply. "Honestly, I do. But we should punish Norris to death tonight, it is the only way we can obtain our revenge. As for Natasha, I hope she will adjust easily to her life in the gold mine. It's a tough place for women."