The Cellar Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

Natasha: I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I turned on the screen praying to God Ruby could not see the light from it through the keyhole. I quickly put it on silence without vibration. I sent an urgent text to Tony saying, “I did not make it out in time. Do not worry, she did not catch me. I am currently hiding in a big oak chest. Text me when she leaves the building again.”

Meanwhile, on the other side… After Darryl and the others left the Central Army Camp, they were not in a hurry to return to the tent to rest. Instead, they went to the cell. He had captured Raksasa King's daughter, Natalie. This woman was so unyielding. She wouldn't commit suicide in prison, would she? With that in mind, Darryl walked to the cell door. "Let me go, or none of you will live." Just as she reached the door, she heard a series of delicate shouts from inside the cell. It was Natalie's voice.

Natasha’s POV The Omega that entered the room was short and skinny, with wispy blonde hair that was almost white around her ears. She wore a tattered Omega uniform that may have once been clean and well-kept, but now had multiple holes in it and was covered in dirt. “Nellie, is it?” Natasha eyed the girl warily, wrinkling her nose at her stench. She smelled like she hadn’t bathed in days. The girl nodded, wringing her hands nervously. “Yes, Ma’am. Omega Nellie from Crescent Hollow pack. Although…” She winced. “I guess not anymore. I was exiled.”

Brianna’s POV The door to the cell room flew open, as Natasha marched in letting out a scream. I could tell that she wasn’t too happy as. She moved to the bars of the cell, she held me in. “Tell me what you know about the demon.” Natasha says to me, but I look at her confused as I sit up from the bed. “Tell me!” She screams at me, while her hands hold tightly onto the bars of the cell. Natasha was going mad and I could see that she was barely in control of herself at that moment.

If—when—I made it out of this, I was never stepping foot near anything remotely shady again. No charming strangers. No mysterious clubs. No reckless curiosity. People have one-night stands and wake up in peace. Me? I wake up in someone’s dungeon of secrets and death threats. I’m that girl. The unlucky one. And it’s about damn time I admitted it. I sighed, climbed into the backseat of the SUV, and waited. Natasha lingered outside, still deep in conversation with the men. She wasn’t even pretending to be in a rush. Her lips moved quickly, her tone clipped, the sharp glint of frustration making her body tense.

He winked like a little boy given a candy to lick. Then he smiled after a long struggle with his memories. He thinks it all but much time later, He did not realise when he dozed off. ................ A room was prepared for Authur and Rowland each. Natasha went to the room prepared for her and slip into action. She have been in location for days and now very exhausted and all her body are paining her. She should go for a body massage this day by the professional that does that well. She drop her bag on the sofa and enters the bathroom. She opened her zip and looose her bra, she entered the bath tub with already hot water with some medicinal leaves that makes one relax well. She has inform Ma

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

“Good girl.” He led her to the hidden elevator behind the panel in his office. The descent was silent, charged. When the doors opened into the private playroom, Natasha’s breath caught audibly. The space was a symphony of dark luxury: deep crimson walls, black leather furniture, a massive four-poster bed fitted with heavy restraint points, a padded St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, and display cases filled with carefully chosen implements silk ropes, leather floggers, belts, nipple clamps, and more.

And his hands were travelling over her body like she was his. "Babe, what are you looking at?" Natasha asked as I watch Stanley and Patricia in the garden. "Nothing, I can't wait for tomorrow." I replied while still staring at Patricia. "She's beautiful. I can make her join your chambers tonight." Natasha stated as she look at Patricia. "Poor girl, she’s being fucked by a man twice her age." "You don't have to do anything. I can have her without your help." I stated. "If you say so, I was just offering to help." She replied before leaving.