Novel & Cerita Black Widow Natasha Romanoff

she explains. " How are you feeling child?" an elder woman asks and I recognise her from the last meeting. " I am fine, a bit sore but alive." I say and she nods. " I guess it's already overdue that I introduce myself properly . My Name is Natasha Romanova, Wasili here is my grandson ." she says and I shake her hand. " Happy to meet you. Why are you helping us?" I ask curios.

“Some people fall in love slowly. Others fall in love while walking toward death.” ⸻ The old chapel stood silent beneath the storm. Rainwater dripped through the cracked ceiling. No one moved. No one even breathed. Alessio De Luca’s cold grey eyes remained fixed on the old woman standing beside Seraphina. The air itself seemed frozen. Finally, he spoke. “So…” “…the Black Widow is still alive.” The old woman’s wrinkled face remained calm.

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

Rashel whispered, “Got you.” *** “Launch the Black Widow,” she said. Milla blinked. “That’s a prototype…” “Well, it’s time to field test.” The Black Widow was Scepter’s stealth recon unit, cloaked in synthetic skin, invisible to infrared rays, and capable of recording audio from miles away. Rashel had supervised its last build herself. She gave it wings and was about to set it into the sky. The footage it returned was chilling. Viola was speaking to the Aegiron man in coded phrases, but one sentence was crystal clear:

she gasped, dropping her make up kit. Natasha, who was already donned in her green super suit, turned to see Bianca standing there. “Wow,” went on Bianca, “I never thought I’d actually see you this up close in full Viper mode. I mean, you did save my life and everything but...oh look out!” There was another crash followed by streaks of red lightning that cut right over Natasha's head as she leaned back just in time to evade the incoming blow from the shadowy figure that was blazing with both fire and lightning.

Special Forces Base, Virginia. (2039) Natasha held her rifle a little tighter. “What kind of accident?” she asked. “A level five biohazard,” the voice on the phone replied. “That is all I can tell you right now.” She didn’t need to hear more. Natasha had grown up listening to her parents’ whispered conversations. She knew about the secret projects and the things they studied that had come from the stars. She knew that if something like that ever escaped, it could end the world.

~VALERINA~ As a child, I had always wondered why nature had been so kind to such gruesome beings—those cold-blooded creatures, who slaughtered our families and enslaved our siblings just to satisfy their hedonistic existence. But now walking behind me in a haunting silence was this golden princess, who seemed far from grisly than I had once imagined. I tried in vain to harness my straying mind, but there were still parts of me that felt wild and untamed at the thought of us being alone together. It was getting harder to ignore the ever-royally presence of the great Anastasia Romanov and her piercing golden stare that seemed to burn like a brilliant sun.

“So where is the real Natasha? The one who came to this pack years ago under the guise of Natasha Zorin and has been affiliated with you, Ivan, as your mate.” Dead silence. None of them speaks for a good three seconds. I can see the gears turning in their heads as they visibly struggle with the information I’ve provided. “Natasha Zorin is Natasha Gillan?” the woman speaks. “Impossible. Impossible! Yo–You’re kidding, right? Or you’ve made a mistake. Natasha is this woman.” She points at the woman they brought. “This is Natasha Zorin. She is an Omega, an orphan whose parents served Ivan’s family. After their death in an accident, and considering their commitment, the late Alpha decides to spon

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.