Avengers Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

"It's okay, Miss. What's your name?" Her eyes got up to meet mine and I smiled at her. "Gwen. Gwen Nevan, Your Royal Highness," okay, it's getting awkward. Gwen never used honorifics with me in common circumstances. "Can I call you Gwen?" "Of course!" "Then call me Natasha, please. Or just Princess, if you are too uncomfortable with my first name," then I turned to my companions. "This is my assistant, Katherine Quinlan. And this dumbass here is my Knight and disciple-brother, Sir Asher Kingston!" Both of them blushed, and to put more wood in the fire, I whispered to her. "He's single, by the way."

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 needs stitches.” He did. He worked quickly, cleaning the wound and stitching with a steady hand. The girl cried when the antiseptic touched her skin; my wolf stirred at the sound of pain, not because he claimed the girl but because pain was pain and I had no patience for people being ignored. When the final bandage was wrapped, the girl looked at me with clearer eyes. “You’re him,” she said. I raised an eyebrow. The woman beside her frowned, but the girl ignored her. “You’re the Alpha.”

"Speaking of love, here's our girl." I followed his gaze to where a tall, dark-haired lady cut a path through a group of drunken men with more money than sense. Each one attempted to grab her, and each one ended up having a black eye they would explain to their wives and girlfriends when they returned home. Green eyes. Tailored clothing to accentuate her figure and wealth, and a cold expression that made even the frozen lands of Greenland quiver. Vanessa Romanov. Daughter of the biggest mafia lord in Russia. Known to bring down even the strongest of men in the states down to their knees.

If the Navy SEALs and CIA operatives ever got together and had babies, this is what they would grow up to be. They straightened as we walked in. Britt's whole face brightened when she looked at Edi. Britt was the amalgamation of Natasha Romanoff and Betty White. She was also Edi's mother. In her late sixties, she was one of the oldest members of our family. She preferred not to play any of the games for leadership, happy with her role. She baked delicious pies and cakes and confectionaries. But watch out for the poison that might or might not be laced through them.

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.

"Hey. Heard a lot about you. All good things, promise." I smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Rivers." "And this," Penelope continued, "is Natasha. Rivers's girlfriend. And mate." Natasha was practically bouncing in her seat. Her eyes were wide, fixed on me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. "Oh my goddess," she breathed. "I can't belive I’m sitting with the silver wolf! This is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me!" I blinked, stunned. "How did you—"

She had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a stunning face comparable to Audrey Hepburn. She appeared in the hall of the golden palace and called out to Zeus, who stood at the crystal window overlooking the sacred city. “Father, why don’t you help Apollo? Vataco is a heinous person. I hate him!” She was Natasha Sainsbury, Zeus' youngest daughter and his most beloved daughter. In the sacred city, Natasha held the title of the purest princess and was the object of admiration in the hearts of all the men. Moreover, Natasha had another identity in the outside world—a pop star!

Alessandro said, getting infuriated and Shiv took a cup of water from the bedside table and sprinkled some water on her face, making her frown and she scrunched her eyes tightly and slowly opened them. "See, your queen has woken up! You were screaming for nothing!" Shiv said, pouting with a gloomy face while they gave their attention to Natasha. "What happened?" She asked them, blinking her eyes rapidly. "You got unconscious!" Anna replied and gave her water to drink. Then Natasha remembered how she fell unconscious and her eyes instantly darted toward Shiv who was already gazing at her intently. How come he exactly looks like Rudra except for the fact that his face was clean-shaven and he w

she asked, genuine now. Natasha considered the question, surprising herself with the honesty of the answer. “Because I helped build the armor he wears,” she said. “And because I know how lonely it is inside it.” They stood a moment in a truce neither trusted. From the doorway, Delphine’s voice cut the quiet. “You lost, or just bored?” Natasha turned, let the jab slide. “Neither. Leaving.” She glanced back at Ava. “You’ll be hearing from investors who want to ‘help.’ Say no to the ones who spell help with an asterisk.”