Avengers Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

She leans in and whispers, trying to warn me about this new character. “ What happened? ” I lift my eyebrows and lean in just like her. “ She was supposed to become the Luna. She was the perfect match for Alpha Ryker. ” She whispers with wide eyes. My lips form an O shape. I lean back and train my eyes on Danika. To my surprise, she is already staring in our direction. I pass her a smile when our eyes lock. I love villainous characters. “ Natasha! Come here! ” She shrieks from afar in her shrill voice.

I needed a drink, something strong enough to erase the memory of Valeria beneath me, lips swollen from my kisses, pulse beating under the place I could never allow myself to mark. I had spent years training every instinct that came with being a Romanov Alpha. I had learned when to speak, when to fight, when to kill, and when restraint mattered more than strength. Then Valeria Morozova arrived and I behaved like a newly shifted wolf who had no idea how to control himself around a woman. I turned toward my office and stopped when Elena’s voice reached me. She stood by an arched window, the courtyard spread below, dressed in a fitted black dress that left very little to the imagination. The fai

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."

He read it and said, “Put Roman on the phone.” Natasha laughed wickedly. “I can’t do that. She hasn’t woken from her beauty rest.” I strode forward, placed my hands on the desk, and blurted out, “What have you done to her?” Natasha asked, “Is that Ms. Robert? Tell her, Roman is beautiful. If only she were younger . . . But she will fetch a fair price.” Natasha’s calm, musical voice angered me. I held back. Held my breath and cringed.

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.

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

Together, we’re unstoppable—at least, that’s how it feels in the chaos of the fight. The witches don’t stand a chance. We came prepared, and now the coven is crumbling beneath our hands. Spells crackle in the air, a few last desperate attempts to hold us back, but none of it matters. I’ve got my eyes set on one person. Natasha. She’s standing in the center of the chaos, untouched by the fight, like she’s waiting for something. Her dark hair flows down her back, her eyes glowing with cruel amusement I’ve seen before. She’s powerful, there’s no question about that, but this isn’t her fight. She’s here for something bigger.

she replied. "It's okay, I like some company. I'm not interrupting anyone, am I?" Natasha sat down next to her with a friendly, bright smile. "You're Evelyn Nolan, aren't you? I know you—you're part of the famous Nolan family, right? You're pretty popular." Seeing how the girl was not prideful or a bore, Evelyn put up the act of a down-to-earth rich lady. "You flatter me." Natasha lightly clinked her wine glass with Evelyn's, complimenting her even more. "Don't be so humble. I'm Natasha Bolton, by the way."

With a microphone in hand. --- CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV Natasha wanted a war? She got one. I snatched the microphone from the reporter’s hand and turned to the cameras. "I’m only going to say this once," I said, my voice cold and sharp. "Natasha Romanoff is a liar. I do not love her. I never have, and I never will. The only woman I’ve ever wanted—the only woman I’ll ever fight for—is Alex." The reporters erupted into chaos. Natasha’s face turned ghostly white. "Chester, what are you doing? Have you forgotten about the secret organization—" I turned to her, my gaze razor-sharp.

A blond, figure eight, hour glass lady sways from the door from behind the counter, emitting eye blinding light as she throws us a smile, which literally created a rainbow on the top of her head. Wait... An I the only person seeing that. "Xavy." Her eyes lits up, and she pulls Xavier for a hug. Xavy..... Did she just call him.... Its my nickname not hers. Why should I even care. "Come, take a sit." She leads us to an empty table. They take a sit beside each other while I sit opposite them. "Am Pari." I introduce my self first. "Like he said, am Natalie." She flips her hair in a slow motion, her eyes twinkling like a star. Things like this make you wanna wish you were born gay. But no I like