Black Widow Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

She was glaring at Peter and doing everything she could to hide her fear. “You…how could you be on this “thing’s” side? You're an elite…” “The “thing” has a name. It's Natasha. Get the fuck out of my sight before I actually start hitting you, all of you.” The other girls scrambled away leaving Meredith behind, much to her annoyance, as she called them back and cussed them as they ran away. But she was wasting her time. They were bottom elites and no bottom elite wanted to cross a Melton. With all of them gone, Peter walked towards me, his eyes blazing hot and his face hard.

I couldn’t begin to imagine the kind of political power this man and… the pack possessed. “Can I ask you a question?” I said. Wraith’s gaze fell on me, and I took that as a ‘yes.’ “There was this girl—black hair, green eyes…” “Natasha. Her name is Natasha.” “Well, Natasha was saying something about being ‘marked,’ and I got curious. I want to know how the marking works.” “What did she say exactly?” “She said she didn’t think my ‘human body’ could handle it…” “She’s wrong,” he said, but nothing more.

The cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists as the private jet’s door slammed open in the snowy Siberian night. Rough hands dragged me down the stairs and threw me onto my knees in the snow in front of a towering dacha lit by floodlights. A tall, stunning woman in a black fur coat and blood-red dress stepped forward, her icy blue eyes scanning my naked, shivering body. “Finally,” she said in a thick Russian accent. “The famous shared whore from the Asians and the cartels. I am Natalia Volkov, Blood Princess of Bratva. You now belong to the Volkov family.”

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

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.

Raul POV I sat down watching Natasha do the laundry by the riverside, enjoying the beautiful hums of her voice. Something rustled in the bush nearby, forcing my senses to go on alert. I turned around to see if I would find anything or see anyone, but there was nothing worth checking out. I wondered why I worried, though. No one came to this side of the woods. I heard another rustle, and this time, Natasha heard it too. With my senses heightened, i tried to listen closely, but I there was still nothing to hear. It seemed as though something was playing games with me, yet everything stayed still.

“I’ll have you know I am a nurse. Not clueless by any stretch.” The woman dared to bark a laugh – a cold unforgiving laugh. “I am the Bratva heiress. I know more about his world than you ever will. Know your place, woman!” Rose inhaled sharply. She had expected something like this, but only just realized the enormity of what might happen if she were to upset Natasha. She also somewhat understood Enzo’s reaction to her presence at the base. If Roman didn’t even care to meet her – and he surely had his reasons – then would she be in trouble for allowing her in?

Julia explained, almost crying. Natasha's knees got weak the moment she heard what Julia said and she almost fell on the floor. Luckily, Alex is there to catch her and help her to stand straight. "No, this can't be happening! Who would kidnap an innocent child? No! Alexa, where are you, my baby? Come back to mommy, please!" Natasha said and she is starting to be hysterical. "Calm down, Natasha. Jake, you know what to do. Call the security now and don't let anyone leave the area, understand?" Alex just said to his assistant with authority and Jake immediately did his job.

I gasped and almost passed out, but I tried to bring myself back to consciousness. "Goodbye Alexandra Romanov," she said with a victorious smile. I bit my lips and summoned all my last strength. I clenched my teeth. She didn't expect this. Then I struck my claw into her body, breaking her chest bone. Her blood splashed on our faces. I grabbed a handful of her living flesh and ripped the heart out. Nikol's mouth flung open as she stared down at me in total shock.

Dark skin and curly black and blonde curly lockets: Moya Vitiello. I should have seen this coming. The black hunter and the dead queen of the underworld had worked together on countless missions and heists reigning the most wanted criminals. One put a man to shame with her seducing qualities with her name being echoed in the world and one who does justice in forms of murder, the Black Hunter. “Didn’t expect that coming, did you?” a certain Russian voice asked while nudging me while sipping on glass that I could only presume to be vodka. “Dimitri,” I started, “you wouldn’t know if this would you?”