Avenger Natasha Novels & Stories

Meeting Mother. Natasha's POV The scenery that surrounded me was peaceful,my eyes roamed around the beautiful garden,the waterfall and the beautiful animal.I walked to the water body to check my reflection and I was surprised at what I saw. My skin was glowing and I was in a white flower dress. I heard footsteps and I turned around to see who was approaching. “Who are you?” It was a woman and I think we share a resemblance. She was also in a white flower dress but hers were longer than mine.Taking a deep closer at her she looked exactly like me. It was just that she was older and her hair was silver while mine was deep black.

You say such mean things with that innocent face of yours! [You even use your fans as your weapon. You’re so evil!] [We would’ve been completely duped had we not seen proof. You evil woman!] [You should quit the entertainment industry! You’re so mean; you can’t be a public figure!] … Inside the ward. Natasha was happily picking her new show, excitedly anticipating to shoot up as an international artist. By her side, her assistant was scrolling the phone, and her face turned pale. She looked at the news with disbelief.

she gasped, dropping her make up kit. Natasha, who was already donned in her green super suit, turned to see Bianca standing there. “Wow,” went on Bianca, “I never thought I’d actually see you this up close in full Viper mode. I mean, you did save my life and everything but...oh look out!” There was another crash followed by streaks of red lightning that cut right over Natasha's head as she leaned back just in time to evade the incoming blow from the shadowy figure that was blazing with both fire and lightning.

They all flew up to their feet and dashed out of my office and towards the garden. Averys POV ————— ” Hello there. My name is Natasha, may I have seat?” I looked up at her in shock. She looked older than James and the others, the wrinkles clearly visible on her forehead and her cheeks. She looked to be in her late forties, early fifties. She had raven black hair with tons of tiny curls, falling right above her shoulders. Her eyes were grey-ash ish, the color was hard to explain and to see properly in the darkness.

Natasha's lips curled into a scornful smirk. "So, you're the new girl Sebastian's parading around as his fiancée. I must say, you're quite the impostor." Ava's heart skipped a beat, taken aback by Natasha's hostile words. She struggled to find a response, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over her. Impostor? Before Ava could defend herself, Natasha reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, her finger swiftly dialing a number. "Security, we have an intruder. Escort this imposter out of the agency immediately."

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she

She was born here but her genetic code was altered after having inherited speed force strains from her father. Natasha felt her heart begin to pound extra fast after the last word. "I think you must have me confused with somebody else, Sally..." 'My data is one hundred percent correct. You are Natasha Austin-Johnson, daughter of Nicolas James Johnson otherwise identified as the Blue Streak who died twelve years ago while preventing a nuclear blast from destroying Atlanta City.' To drive her point home, Sally went ahead to project photos from her core and display them on the large screen. Natasha gasped even louder as she stared at the picture of the Blue Streak standing in the background wi

She did not tell Jacob that she is coming home today because she wants to surprise him. Jacob, Natasha’s boyfriend, is the CEO of Mavro's company, he is a well-known bachelor and a lot of women wants him. He is rich, handsome and he has everything a woman dreams for. He becomes a billionaire in such a young age and everyone looks up to him for that.

She is the same girl who was fuming that Brian didn't pick her but she is back and what has happened to her eyes. "Natasha?" I ask wondering if she is indeed the same girl. "Yes. The same Natasha who was supposed to be in your place here but you took it away from me. I am here for my revenge" she says licking her blood-red lips. Her canines look unusually sharp and the whites of her eyes are popping hints of black in a weblike fashion.

She ordered for some maids to bring some first aid to treat my wounds. “I’m a werewolf Natasha, I’ll heal naturally in little time” I protested. “Not if it has an infection”, she argued. The air becomes charged with a mixture of vulnerability and suppressed emotions. Natasha's unwavering presence invites me to let go, to release the burdens I've carried for so long. Yet, I fight against it, unwilling to expose the depths of my emotions. As she finishes cleaning my wounds, Natasha glances up, meeting my gaze once again. There's a softness in her eyes, an understanding that transcends words. She reaches out, placing a hand on my cheek, her touch both tender and comforting.