Romans & histoires Black Widow Natasha Romanoff

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.”

If I left within the next 24 hours, I would have a good chance of getting away and finding a new place to call home for the next few weeks. "I'm not the first lady, Zoe," I whispered and continued packing the remainder of my things, trying to forget about the problems I have and trying to get rid of the thought of the unidentified shadow I saw earlier. "Yes, you are," Zoe said as she walked up to me hesitantly. "You are the Lord's true mate, and therefore, you are the kingdom's first lady. And I will treat you as such. You are no ordinary lone wolf, Natasha. You are a Queen, the First Lady of the mighty White Vampire Kingdom. You were born to be a Queen."

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes, but I wouldn’t want them to fall. “No,” I replied, firm, though my heart ached for the man I had once loved. “Not this time.” Nathaniel had broken his vow, his Alpha power a weapon against me. And yet I would not be moved, my strength a citadel he could not penetrate. “I’m not yours, Nathaniel Byrne,” I said, my voice cold as ice, unbending. “Not anymore. My loyalty is with Black Widow now.”

Unknown to the ladies the first room they were taken to as soon as they arrive was a full-body scanning room. Nadia had no marking, but I knew her from the night I went over to her place disguised as a stripper. If she is as deadly and strong as they claim she is, why was she sent here? As a number two in the Russian mafia, one would expect that she has the privilege of not going for this kind of errand. Unless of course, she has something more deadly up in her sleeve that I am yet to find out. "Where did you find her?" He asked staring blankly at me for some seconds

she said with a smile. The lycan huntress Natasha was known as the last of the Ivanov family descendent, a family famed for being the hunters of Lycanthropes for over a thousand years, albeit human the family had specialized weaponry and tools which gave them equal footings in battling the Lycanthropes, their techniques and discovery passed as a tradition to the next generation with Natasha being the last surviving member of the family. "I'll pay you handsomely for this Natasha...name your price."

"What are you going to do Nancy as you can see,I'm the' fallen princess of white corporation',I don't have the power to do anything at the moment" "Babysitting the fallen princess,that sounds like a job to me"Nancy declared as Natasha glared at her. "Really?"Natasha asked as she grabbed the remote ,turning on the tv and just then Nanvy rushed to her blocking her view from the television,which made Natasha surprised and suspicious of her actions. "You need to rest ma.."Nancy tried talking but it was already too late as her eyes were fixed already on the television and on the news headlines. "Move aside"Natasha said in a cold tone scaring Nancy,who knew things were going to get messy in a fe

she pulled Takashi along to the elevator. She dropped his hand immediately as they entered and looked at the key. They got to the room and she opened it. “Lovely” he stated marveled at the size and design of the room. “We’re not here to enjoy ourselves” she said. “Then why are we in a love suite? That’s a really big signal” he wriggled his brows. “We’re here because in the next room is Takahiro. You know him right?” “Takahiro, your rival. Leader of Red Dawn. I was there during your whole fight with Geiru” he said.

I carefully hugged her back and ass to support her so she wouldn't fall from my arms. "Strong hands. I can't wait," she huskily said and giggled. "I'll be tougher on you, naughty kitten," I smirk, kissing her once more until we can climb the tree house. I carefully laid her down and first observed her beauty, even though it was still dark around us, with my hands caressing every beautiful part of her gloriously naked body. I have night vision as a wolf, so I haven't lost sight of any of Natalia's beautiful features. Even the same Hakuna Matata tattoo we have. Natalia couldn’t take the delay, impatient as she is, so she pulled me so I could continue doing her.

"You've done what no one else could. You've brought down Damian. You've brought down Charles. You've exposed the network. You've become a symbol of hope. And the Syndicate is afraid of you." "Afraid of me?" I asked, incredulous. "They've been watching you," Alexander said. "They've been monitoring your movements. They've been trying to figure out how to stop you. And they've decided that you need to be eliminated." I felt a chill run down my spine. "They're going to kill me?" "They've already dispatched their best operative," Alexander said. "A woman named Natasha Volkova. She's a former Russian spy. She's killed dozens of people. She's never failed a mission."

"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