Avenger Natasha Novels & Stories

If it weren’t for her clenched jaw and flushed face, I would’ve thought I imagined it. I held my breath and counted to thirty. “You’re the one that told my father to keep me away from Lilac. What else have you meddled in? How the fuck does sabotaging our lives help destroy the Eye?” Hakeem pulled me back as Natasha crossed the room, headed for one of the leather couches. She lowered herself into the seat and brushed her hair from her face. Everything about her, from her expression to the way she carried herself, screamed poised and collected. Here she was seconds away from being mauled to death and she couldn’t even muster a tendril of fear.

Hearing him say those words, her cheeks flutter red for reasons she couldn't comprehend as she playfully pinch him. Natash arrived at the office the next day wearing a red halter neck top and a black slit skirt, they were tight on her body and presented her cleavage in the right way. Natash is wearing a gold wrist watch and a gold necklace, today she applied a very light makeup that could barely be seen. Walking into the conference Hall, her four most trusted men were waiting for her. Robert who she met first and the hands behind the computer, Derrick the brain of the company, she had met Derrick when she still had nothing, he was robbed and beaten and was at the point of death when Natash f

A young woman stands at the doorway, dark hair, bright eyes that shine with mischief, and she laughs softly like she already knows what she has seen. “So,” she says, voice warm and teasing. “I’ve been far too busy to meet Regal’s wife, but here you are.” Kol’s face is stone again and I gulp slowly. “I’m Natasha,” she says with a smile. “Kol and Regal’s sister. But unlike them, I bleed too easily and bruise too quickly.” I frown, then she nods. “I'm human.” How's that even possible? She laughs at her own words. Her eyes study me curiously as if she has already learned something. “Are you bored here?” she asks suddenly, ignoring Kol.

It looked like the woman who had been serving her was planning to protect her from the girl in front of them; she even stood in front of her. "And what are you going to do, you low-ranked elite?" the woman taunted. Althea could tell by just looking that this woman named Natasha was one of those who seemed like bullies in movies. She had enough training muscles, just like those who have superior abilities, but she also had that hot temper that makes it easy to distinguish her from the others. "You should know well that if the Jefe is not here, Madam is the one second highest here."

Alexander stands beside her with his jaw set and his hand gripping her shoulder in a pose that screams solidarity and heartbreak. Behind them are the rest of the family. Camilia’s lips pursed in feigned sorrow, my father eyes cold and unreadable, and Gregory Westfield radiating smug satisfaction. I hit play. “I…” Natasha’s voice quivers, every syllable calculated for maximum effect. “I know what everyone must think of me,” she begins, dabbing delicately at her eyes. “That I’m the villain in this story. The other woman. The home-wrecker.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air while soaking up the attention.

he subtly told her to get out. By the look of disappointment flashed in her eyes, she understood his meaning. Natasha is completely different than Aria. Aria is sexy with her curves, exactly in the right places, and tall with long tanned legs. Her face is a vision of innocence and fierceness. Round almond-shaped light brown eyes, reddish-brown hair which reach her waist in soft waves, kissable lips, shapely chin and she looks like his wet dreams come true. But Natasha is not as tall as Aria. She has stick-straight hair, which he hates, not as tall as Aria as well. Natasha is thin like a run-way model. The version, which he does not like in his women.

Natasha bared her neck at Taran with a sacastic smirk, "but I worry you might not be qualified to deal with a berserk rough Alpha." "No need to worry about us." Taran said coldly. "You know the pack bond couldn't do anything for her, right?" Natasha curved her lips seductively, eyes sparkling at Taran, "She's the Alpha of the rogues, equal to the moon goddess, so Luna's power can't bound her." [They want to set Nox free for a killing spree!] Taran grunted in the mindlink and shifted right there before he charged at Natasha, [Take her out of here!]

She cowered at their presence and with one look, they knew she was an omega. Steven went on his knees beside her immediately as he was compelled to hold her by a force he couldn’t disobey. “What happened?” he asked, taking her bleeding hand in his as he slowly caressed her palm, sending a bolt of electricity to both of them and he looked up at her in shock. “Vanessa, who did this to you?” Sean asked immediately he recognized her. “Future Beta, I mean Future Alpha, it was Natasha. She said she didn’t mean to but I don’t believe her. She always tries to hurt me,” the girl answered weakly and Steven felt his blood boiling over this Natasha.

She is still sleeping peacefully. "Do not tell or mention anything about the cause of death of Elyse to Natasha. Don't ever mention that she has anything to do with that because she doesn't." Ezra just nodded. "Natasha is our kind, Ezra. She is a vampire." "What?" Natasha, who just woke up asked. "What did you just say, Valerian?" Valerian quickly turned to her and attended to her when she attempted to get up. "Don't give up just yet, you need rest," Valerian said as he tried to stop Natasha from standing up.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."