Marvel Avengers Natasha Novels & Stories

Abegail just asked Natasha and she just frowned again because she is wondering how this strange girl knows her husband and she really thinks right now that it was really a small world for them. “Ahm, you mean Mr. Alexander Montilva? Yes, he is inside his office right now but may I ask if you have an appointment with my boss?” Natasha simply asked Abegail to do her job as the secretary of Alex. Even though she is still wondering about what is really happening right now, she still needs to be professional and do her job.

He's fucking hot but his shitty character spoils it all. There is a knock of my door, Maria comes in with a red head girl. "Ava, she wanted to see you". I give her a smile and nod. I smile and bring out my usual paper... YOU ARE WELCOME. "Thank you. My name is Peyton" She may be around my age. With long red hair and long lashes, she a bit taller than I am and is wearing a bom shorts and crop top and ankle chain, she's in a white heels, and carrying a chain bag.

She suddenly jerked up like a pumped tyre on her bed as she cleared her throat ready to pick up the call. “Antonio”. She said calmly “Am sorry for everything”. Still maintaining her calm voice. “Am at the gate”.He voice sounding cold. Natasha unaware of exactly what was going on pull open her wardrobe as she dragged out her pants and shirt out . She quickly dressed up, brushing her hair smoothly and applying a lip gloss on. Even duo Natasha exhibited a bad behavior,she still had a beautiful appearance,6’1foot tall,and a beautiful blonde lady. “I wasn't expecting to see you here.” Suddenly curly up her hair with her fingers.

Natasha's nails were biting into her palms. She wished she could tell him who she was, but her horrific past prevented her from doing so. She was afraid that revealing her identity would bring her past back to haunt her. She had been living as Natasha Moore for the past twenty years, burying her past in the graves of her biological parents. She would never bring it up.

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.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

She is still sleeping peacefully. "Do not tell or mention anything about the cause of death of Elyse to Natasha. Don't ever mention that she has anything to do with that because she doesn't." Ezra just nodded. "Natasha is our kind, Ezra. She is a vampire." "What?" Natasha, who just woke up asked. "What did you just say, Valerian?" Valerian quickly turned to her and attended to her when she attempted to get up. "Don't give up just yet, you need rest," Valerian said as he tried to stop Natasha from standing up.

Natasha chuckled softly and replied, "Hahaha... Rex is actually my buddy. He's a very close friend of mine, more like a brother. No romantic attachment whatsoever." "I see... we hope you find a partner, not a business partner you know," Valerie clarified. Bashfully, Natasha responded, "Yes, exactly. Hopefully, when the time is right, I'll meet someone who complements my life. But for now, I'm embracing my singlehood." She concluded with laughter. As the show ended, Natasha was surrounded by her bodyguards, preparing to head to another meeting. The press eagerly approached her for questioning, but her men shielded her until she decided to address them.

“She saved my life. Single-handedly took down Alaric and his crew. The infected… They listened to her. Walked away when she told them to.” A slow, intrigued smile formed on Aaron’s lips. He looked at Natasha with renewed interest, as if seeing her in a completely new light. “So you’re the one they’ve been whispering about,” Aaron said, his voice smooth and controlled. “The woman the dead won’t touch.” His men raised their sophisticated weapons. Natasha’s team immediately raised theirs in return. The two groups faced each other across the square, fingers hovering near triggers. The air grew thick with tension. Aaron smiled slightly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Lower your weapons,” he told

A sleek black Mercedes pulled through the gates, stopping directly between us and Lars’s guards, creating a barrier. The driver’s door opened. A woman stepped out. She was tall, elegant, with blonde hair pulled back in a bun. She wore an Italian suit. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked forward, her movements graceful. “Everybody calm down,” she said, her voice carrying authority. Lars’s face went pale, then flushed red. “Natasha. What are you doing here? I thought you said you wouldn’t be back for weeks.” “It doesn’t matter now,” Natasha said, her gaze sweeping across the scene: the armed guards, Aurora and Sabrina with their weapons, me standing in the middle. “Let this pe