Avenger Natasha Novels & Stories

The guy with the twenty-one questions looked at me, "Sorry about that, I get so uptight when people ask about Kye, I'm Radley by the way, and here next to me is Aria, my mate." His hands were intertwined with a red-haired girl, she was beautiful and reminded me of a story my mom used to tell me about Artio the Celtic goddess of Wildlife. Aria nodded at me, smiling at me. Chase got up and stood next to me, "You guys don't have to be scared, she won't hurt you. I don't think she is a member of the FBI. Sorry about them Ketzia, to your right you have Dakota, Steph, and his mate Kelly."

Natasha started to get anxious and she kept holding on to Yvonne's shoulders. "You shouldn't have touched her, because she's Sean's weakness. I have already discussed with him about all the consequences, but he still refused to let you go. I'm sorry, Natasha." Yvonne looked toward the guard and said, "Bring her out." Natasha knew that Yvonne wouldn't be able to help her anymore, so her only hope would be to return to M Country and seek help from her father. Natasha took the knife that was placed on the table and ran towards Yvonne. However, Yvonne gave her a high kick before she could even reach her, leaving Natasha lying on the ground to be caught by the guard.

"We don't negotiate with people like Victoria. She wants you to fold, to run, to prove you're weak. But you're not weak. You're a survivor who fought her way back from hell. Don't let her take that from you." Pepper knocked and entered carrying a folder. "Lily, there's someone here to see you. Natasha Romanoff. She says she's an attorney and you need to hear what she has to say." +++++++++ Natasha Romanoff was not what I expected. She was maybe forty, with sharp features and sharper eyes. She wore a black suit and carried herself like someone who'd seen too much and was tired of other people's nonsense. "Ms. Morrison." She shook my hand with a grip that could crack walnuts. "I've been follow

“Oh, Isabella. I almost forgot about her.” “Count me in,” he says quickly. I hesitate, then add quietly, “Also, we’re going to kill Natasha.” He stiffens. “What did you just say?” “I said we’re killing Aurora’s mum.” “I thought Aurora told you not to,” he says sharply. “She did. But Natasha tried to kill her. Her own daughter. There’s a chance she’ll try again.” I feel my jaw tighten. “Aurora showed her mercy. I’m not going to. That woman is a threat as long as she’s breathing.”

“She's Vera. Vera Ivanov.” A gasp exploded beside me and I rolled my eyes, sighing in regret. Luca was such a bitch. “You're Vera Ivanov?” Nate spluttered. “What the hell?!” “I go by Natasha now,” He scrunched up his face in confusion. “Why? You're a legend! Everyone in the mafia world has heard about you. You've killed over two hundred people! That's amazing!” I winced at the reminder and shook my head. “My sister doubts that though,”

The word echoes in my mind, a cruel taunt that mocks my carefully laid plans. I've known Natasha for years. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Silvanus, she comes from a bloodline of powerful Alphas. Her beauty is matched only by her strength and intelligence. I've seen her take on pack warriors twice her size and emerge victorious, a feral grin on her face. She exudes confidence and raw sexuality that draws others to her like moths to a flame.

She openly admitted almost catching Morbius off guard. Morbius did not utter any word to her and just stared. He was carefully studying her as he leaned his back over the closed part of the window. Natasha noticed how her mate sternly watching her and it made her wolf whimper in excitement. She groaned to her wolf's feeling but decided to ignore it for now. "I'm Natasha Grey, I was a doctor among the human population before I got abducted and captured by you." Natasha suddenly introduced herself to her mate while looking out to the opened window.

, She said looking at me. "Do his—" "No. He's kind of immune to this, you are not. Sit.", She said as I immediately did as told. She immediately took the first aid box kept on the table and started treating the wound. "Alright, now for the introductions.", Neil said as if that was the most important thing at that moment. I wondered if he actually did not feel any pain. "That is Sarah Basu. I told you about her. We lovingly call her Natasha Romanoff.", He said as Sarah smirked.

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They