The Cellar Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

I mumbled, suddenly feeling really low. "Why would you feel bad for that when you thought feeding blood was the intimate way? I thought you like him?" Granny asked, locking her eyes on me. "Nothing...It doesn't matter." I shook my head, trying to not let tears fall. "Willa--" Granny tipped my chin up, but before she could say anything else, the door opened. Natasha came in with a cold look. Her chest still panting up and down. Either she just ran here or she was very upset. She unlocked our cell and ordered us coldly-- "You are coming with me."

"Yes, she admitted to it. Her brother tried to bring her away, but the Griswell family could not take the pressure that the Mccarthy family was asserting, so she came out to beg for forgiveness. She is in prison now. There are still a lot of things that needed to be negotiated and dealt with, and Bellamy has entrusted everything here to me. I may need to stay here for a few more days." "Remember to take care of yourself. You sound exhausted. Go and get some rest," Eli said and hung up the phone. Then she looked at Sean and said, "Stella told me that Natasha had already admitted to killing Weldon, but they still need to negotiate. What are they going to negotiate?" Sean looked deeply at Eli.

Xavier stood exactly where they had left him, watching them go. ************************************ Burial day arrived grey and still. Natasha was dressed and ready before anyone came for her. The black dress had been laid out the evening before, long sleeved and fitted, the kind of thing that made her look like she belonged in his world. She stood in front of the mirror and checked herself once, then picked up her phone. She had already messaged Chloe the night before with the church name and the general area. Chloe had replied with three words. I will be there.

Rolling his eyes, Cayden shut the door. He responded with a low growl, "Why don't you calm down, stop acting like such a spoilt child, and explain to me why you lied to me?" He didn't enjoy hearing Selena called a "fucking wolf bitch." "I do not know what you are talking about." Natasha removed her sandals and left them by the entrance door. Without giving a second thought, she moved across the room to the kitchen area while wearing stockings. She then went to the refrigerator and took a bottle of white wine out.

"I am looking forward to your performance." Natasha smiled and shook hands, saying, "Thank you." A pair of dark green eyes saw everything from the corner of the hall. Those eyes were two burning dots, ready to consume the whole world. Sean was initially shocked when he saw Natasha walk into the hall. He did see in her information that she had pursued a drama major but had never finished it. Noticing her coming for the audition, he felt a strange sense of joy. But that happiness soon transformed into rage the moment he saw her shaking hands with Easton.

“To celebrate, I prepared your favourite Tasha, and something extra special.” “Uuuuu, I’m excited!” She said and right away headed towards the kitchen. She avoided looking at both of them as she left the room. Bernard went to put his arm over his wife’s shoulder and led her to the kitchen. That night Natasha went to bed early. She took a sleeping pill and slept the night away. She never asked her mother any questions concerning Nataniel Kaponda, not that day…or any other day. * * * The following morning, Martha was excited to prepare Sean for his first day at pre-school while his mother prepared for work.

Natasha simply laughed, her amusement echoing through the line. "Oh, they're safe for now," she replied cryptically. "But whether they stay that way depends entirely on you." Natasha's voice dripped with malice as she spoke, her words cutting through the air like a knife. "I know you'll try to act smart, Nelson," she sneered, her tone dripping with contempt. "But the smarter you think you are, the more your children will suffer." A chill ran down Nelson's spine as Natasha described the potent poison she claimed to have administered to Kyle and Kelly. His heart pounded with fear at the thought of losing his beloved children.

"And so thin. Are you eating enough? I know how stressful it must have been these past couple of days. And… living with a man like Kieran Westfield." The way she says his name, like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth, makes my jaw clench. She has no idea what she's talking about, but then again, she never has. Before I can answer, the sound of heels on marble announces another arrival. Natasha appears at the top of the grand staircase like some twisted version of Cinderella. She's wearing a flowing sundress in pale pink with her hair perfectly curled and cascading over one shoulder. "Well, well." Natasha descends the stairs with grace, one hand trailing along the banister. "Look what the cat

Elizabeth wasn't picking up her fucking phone of all times. "That little bitch!" She screamed. She squeezed her phone more with shaking fingers. Her nails sunk into the screen. Her lips were trembling too but she refused to cry more. She bit them in agony. The taste of salt in her mouth just made everything worse. She shoved the phone back into her bag and stood up. She looked down at the steep hill and wondered how the hell anyone walked up this path. She had driven here on a paved road that pretty much led her into the community. This hill led to a huge amount of trees and into the unknown.

Something that Natasha just realizes. She shook her head. She may be wary of Daniel but it's late and they're both tired. "It's okay. " "Thank you." "All yours," She replied, pointing at the bathroom with a flourish, hoping to lighten the mood. He chuckles, low and dangerous and Natasha can feel her brain short circuit for a moment. Daniel is dangerous. For her heart, her mind supplied. In ways that she didn't expect. She's settling into the bed when he comes out of the bathroom, looking sinful with his chest bare and only a boxer.