Marvel Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

It looked like the woman who had been serving her was planning to protect her from the girl in front of them; she even stood in front of her. "And what are you going to do, you low-ranked elite?" the woman taunted. Althea could tell by just looking that this woman named Natasha was one of those who seemed like bullies in movies. She had enough training muscles, just like those who have superior abilities, but she also had that hot temper that makes it easy to distinguish her from the others. "You should know well that if the Jefe is not here, Madam is the one second highest here."

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.

He read it and said, “Put Roman on the phone.” Natasha laughed wickedly. “I can’t do that. She hasn’t woken from her beauty rest.” I strode forward, placed my hands on the desk, and blurted out, “What have you done to her?” Natasha asked, “Is that Ms. Robert? Tell her, Roman is beautiful. If only she were younger . . . But she will fetch a fair price.” Natasha’s calm, musical voice angered me. I held back. Held my breath and cringed.

She'd done a lot and that was just part of it and her smiles were as vicious as her schemes. It still bothers me how sweet she could be. After the day I heard their words, I couldn't look at her the same way. Natalia on the other hand couldn't speak because once a sound comes out of those sultry lips then a disaster would happen. She is the general of the army in the Red Falcon pack and has more siren powers than her elf side and she's brutal, the coldest of the sisters. I closed my eyes and dragged in air forcefully and deeply till I could no longer hold it in. My hands balled tightly as I released everything out together with my frustration. Not like it's going to leave permanently, but th

Her heart ached, this was her chance to make everything right. She stood up stopping at the mirror, the woman who stared back at her, was younger, body beautiful and clear of marks, of any sign of abuse. Her hand touched her stomach, thinking of all her children she had lost. Natasha, vowing not to run away this time, she reached for her phone and scrolled to his name. Natasha remembered his smile, how his voice softened when he needed something, the pride he felt when success came easy because she made it so. Natasha was going to destroy him, slowly, thoroughly, without mercy and Ashley, she was going to reveal their sick relationship to the world.

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

Her dark hair spread out across the pillow, and for a moment, I let myself just watch her. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I certainly didn’t expect this feeling—the one that clawed at my chest, something almost... soft. I was Viktor Romanov, the boss of this empire. I had learned long ago to guard every part of myself. My emotions, my thoughts, everything was locked away behind walls that no one could break through. But now, lying beside Anya, those walls were beginning to crack. I watched her for a moment longer, my gaze lingering on her features. There was something about the way she looked in the morning light—so peaceful, so unaware of the storm that always swirled inside me.

Riana Rivera's POV My wolf Ashlely and my vampire self-Luciana had both completely shut me out in anger at me. I now felt so alone in a world full of up to 6 billion people. A month had passed and I now lived in an apartment that was located in the busy city of New York City as a human and lived on the money from one of my private bank accounts. For each day that went by for me without any of my mates I felt like I was having a heart attack and was dying slowly piece by piece.

she told me Whitney followed her and rest her head on her lap. Seems safe here. She's smarter than I thought. "Natasha... Oh I remember her. " The firewoods crackles as the darkness shrouded the forest outside. Fireflies freely roam, lighting the paths, crickets sing and the moon shines brightly. "Sam, the only people you can trust besides us, is Natasha. She's not a hybrid. She was the immortals's spy. She is to guard the alpha of the Colossal." "I doubt that, mom. She was scared of Pietro"

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.