Captain America And Black Widow Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

But Liv was such a lucky bitch having so many men who really wanted her this much. I stood up then blood on my teeth and looked straight at Ava on the live TV feed the cameras zooming in and I laughed this loud sarcastic laugh that made everyone shut up “oh Ava honey you think you won you think Caleb’s really yours he’ll always cheat he’ll always look for the door because he was never yours he was always mine from the start I had surgery for him you know the boobs the nose the whole thing just to be what he wanted and I’ll get my man back even from prison even if it takes a while I will, I’ll be out and he’ll come running because he loves me not your fake pregnant glow not your mind games me

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

“Don’t fall in love with the captain’s sister.” And I broke that rule long before I even touched her. The first time I had truly noticed her, it was subtle. She always had that hoodie down and always stayed invisible. She had her hoodie dropped this time; like always, she was sitting alone in the stands, moving her pencil along that sketchbook. Then Victor had slammed the puck against the boards so hard she screamed. All heads turned towards her, and out of embarrassment, she forced her eyes to look away. Asher had called out to her, and she flashed him the most ethereal smile, a sign she was okay.

But amidst the happiness, there was still work to be done. The black market continued to lurk in the shadows, preying on the vulnerable and innocent. Our rescue efforts intensified as we vowed to eradicate this evil from our world once and for all. Together with Lex's Alpha team and the remaining members of our pack, we devised a comprehensive plan. We expanded our Black Widow facilities, creating safe havens in every corner of the globe. Training programs were implemented, equipping individuals with the skills and knowledge to stand against the black market's atrocities. Our network grew stronger, our reach extending farther than ever before.

Astrid’s / Veronica’s POV “Are you okay?” Beta Ivan asked when he saw my discomfort after I left the Alpha’s office. He quickly followed me as I walked along the pathway. “Y-Yeah… It is just…” I gulped when I remembered what happened between Vincent and me. He just burst out earlier for the reason that I don’t know, and admit it or not, I was hella terrified. That was the first time I saw the Alpha’s golden eye turn into black, and that was pretty scary. It made my knees tremble in an instant.

"We'll adopt." "But the pack—" "I'm the Alpha. I decide." He cupped my face and pressed his forehead to mine. His gray-blue eyes were red and glassy. "Lucia, I swore under the moon. You're the only mate I'll ever have." His voice cracked. "And if you ever try to leave... "I'll walk away from the Alpha seat and wander the world with you." I looked at him. My tears finally spilled. "Idiot... you idiot..." He kissed the tears off my cheeks, again and again.

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

Shre pressed the link and tears welled up around her eyes again. THE PROMISCUOUS BLACK WIDOW Apparently, Samantha Cameron still seems not to be contented in dating the dashing, billionaire Damian McLaren. Ever the promiscuous Black Widow, we found out that yesterday morning, she was seen supporting Senator Whitehall’s program at the cancer foundation that he is sponsoring. It is also one of the foundations sponsored by the widow. It looks like that she is still in a relationship with the lovely senator.

I wanted to shout that it couldn’t be real, that no one could sink that low… but deep down, I knew they could. I had seen enough in this world to believe it. “She endured,” he continued, his tone almost reverent now, as if speaking of a saint. “Even broken, even scarred, she endured. Until he cast her aside. Threw her away when his lust was sated, when she was no longer convenient. That’s what alphas do, isn’t it? “They take… they devour. And when they’re done, they spit out what’s left.” He looked back at me, and the hatred in his eyes hit like a punch to my chest.