Bucky X Natasha Novels & Stories

' The sweet girl blinked her eyes at her aunt then yawned and closed it, wanting to sleep. She removed the bottle from her mouth and put it back on the table. She then kissed Scarlett's cheeks and inhaled her baby smell. "Your Momma will meet you soon." She whispered in her ear. . . . Natasha stirred in her sleep. She was having a nightmare where she died along with Scarlett. Tears were rolling down her eyes and a painful whimper left her lips alerting Scott who was sitting beside her. He rushed toward her and said "Easy, Tasha"

Natasha was going to destroy him, slowly, thoroughly, without mercy and Ashley, she was going to reveal their sick relationship to the world. “Here, eat this” Sidney said as she entered the kitchen. Natasha looked at the bowl, her heart warming up, she hugged Sidney “You feel better now?” Sidney asked hugging her back “Yes, I do” Natasha replied smiling. Liam came days later to see Natasha, she had refused to meet with him and ignored his calls and messages. Natasha had finally agreed when she felt she was ready to face him; she had practiced her smile the night before until it looked right.

I shout desperately to Billy, who quickly dashes forward and wraps his arms around Natasha as she struggles with wild, desperate strength. "If you go, you'll die immediately," Billy tells her, his voice strained with the effort of restraining her. Natasha shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I don't care!" she sobs. "I don't care! Those are my children!" Her anguish tears at my heart, but what Billy said is right which is why I had him stop her. She is only an ordinary pack wolf, she would be dead before she took three steps.

She pushed him away and that’s only when she managed to breathe freely. "See?" he said with a smile before he stood up. “Let’s get some rest, Tash. That’s it for now.” Natasha felt like she lost all her wits when she held Kyle’s arm to make him face her. One of her arms automatically slid around his neck and pulled him closer until their faces were just a few inches away from each other. She reached for his lips and when their lips came in contact with each other, her other arm automatically reached for his neck too. Kyle’s arms, meanwhile, enveloped her waist so he could keep their balance.

… Natasha's POV Natasha's fury was rising to a fever pitch. She had reached her limit with 'Elena'—or perhaps better known as Samantha. This girl would not remain in the pack. Natasha would make sure of it. No disaster would strike Nightshade as long as Natasha was Luna. Tyler escorted Samantha back to her room after that. Samson tried to convince Natasha to go to bed and rest, but she refused. She stormed out and went directly back to the training grounds where she had first found Samantha that day.

Just hearing her voice sends a tight ache through my ribs. "It’s Chase," I say. "How’s Lily?" "She just went down," Natasha replies, her tone turning guarded. "Is something wrong?" "Bauer is threatening to pull out of the deal," I tell her, getting straight to the point. "Nathanial is having a personal crisis and now Bauer refuses to sign the final paperwork unless you’re here to consult." Silence stretches over the line. I know she must be wondering what this means for our bet. "I’m not leaving my daughter," Natasha states fiercely. "You promised me seven days of uninterrupted time with her and I’m not giving that up."

Anger flashed across her face, and she was about to explode when Stanley's call came in, breaking the tense atmosphere. I answered and put it on speaker, and his upbeat voice rang out. "Nattie, are you there? You left your necklace on my bed. Do you want me to drop it off tomorrow?" A sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. Natasha's face immediately tensed up in panic as she rushed to explain, "I went out drinking with him. I just crashed on his bed for a bit, nothing happened—" "Cut ties with him," I said softly, wanting to give her one last chance.

More like the type of silence where everyone’s carefully choosing their next move. “So,” Natasha said, cutting into her crème brûlée with a decisive crack. “Let’s get to it.” I blinked. “Get to... what?” “The baby. Obviously.” I almost choked on my raspberry glaze. Xander didn’t flinch. Just calmly reached for his water. “You’ve been married long enough,” Natasha continued. “And I know how these things work with power couples. First it’s, ‘We’re focusing on our careers,’ and then suddenly it’s five years later and still no heir.”

the man spoke. "Don't do anything to her, don't involve her in anything here," Kenny shouted as she struggled to stand up. With tears in her eyes, Natasha dropped the bag in her hand and ran towards him, but before he could touch Kenny, she was pulled back by one of the men. "Leave me alone, you can't harm him," Natasha continued, struggling to get free from the men's hands. Kenny, who was in a dire state on the floor, struggled and dragged his body towards Natasha, and this time round,the men didn't stop him. With his bloody hands,he pulled her into his embrace, " I love you Tasha," he whispered in her eyes.

I moved closer to the table as usual. Detective. That smug ass grin on her stupid face again. She leaned close. “Oh, Mikaela. You still think you’re a player in this game? Sweetheart, you were just the board.” “Touch her,” I spat, “and I swear, I’ll come for your throat.” She smiled wider. “You already did.” The screen flickered again. Natasha. Unconscious this time. Pale, and bandaged. A man beside her with a needle.