Novel & Cerita Marvel Natasha Romanoff

I needed a drink, something strong enough to erase the memory of Valeria beneath me, lips swollen from my kisses, pulse beating under the place I could never allow myself to mark. I had spent years training every instinct that came with being a Romanov Alpha. I had learned when to speak, when to fight, when to kill, and when restraint mattered more than strength. Then Valeria Morozova arrived and I behaved like a newly shifted wolf who had no idea how to control himself around a woman. I turned toward my office and stopped when Elena’s voice reached me. She stood by an arched window, the courtyard spread below, dressed in a fitted black dress that left very little to the imagination. The fai

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.

she replied. "It's okay, I like some company. I'm not interrupting anyone, am I?" Natasha sat down next to her with a friendly, bright smile. "You're Evelyn Nolan, aren't you? I know you—you're part of the famous Nolan family, right? You're pretty popular." Seeing how the girl was not prideful or a bore, Evelyn put up the act of a down-to-earth rich lady. "You flatter me." Natasha lightly clinked her wine glass with Evelyn's, complimenting her even more. "Don't be so humble. I'm Natasha Bolton, by the way."

Five minutes later she had explained everything, everything and Maya listened quietly. When Natasha finally finished, silence settled between them. Then Maya asked, "Why are you upset?" Natasha blinked. "What kind of question is that?" "A simple one." Maya leaned back. "He has secrets." Natasha replied. "Exactly." Maya said and Natasha frowned. "So?" Maya shrugged. "People have secrets." "This isn't forgetting a birthday, Maya." Natasha said and Maya replied. "I know." "He's literally connected to organized crime." Natasha said again. "I know."

Zara was so focused on her past missions to even pay attention to what they were actually talking about when Natasha bummed into her and asked a question Zara had not been expecting. "Tell me that Raphael's mate is ugly, por favor. It's killing me", Natasha sighed dramatically, draping an over Zara's shoulder. "Oh trust me", Zara chuckled," she's not". "How do you know? For all we know she might be a dog", Cleo giggled along side Rose and Natasha.

The funny thing was that despite having gone through one more year of school, Lucas had still been unable to open up to Natasha, even though almost everybody knew he had the hots for her. * Unlike the rest of her friends, Natasha was nowhere close to match with their graduation outfits as she was in her jade super suit, her eye mask on and she was not in school either but was hurtling through the streets of Atlanta, moving at super speed as the Viper. She was in the middle of a call with the police captain just as she streaked through traffic. Apparently, there were reports of a bank robbery that was confirmed after a man had broke into the bank with what was said to be a Devel 16 supercar.

The caller id showed that it's from a woman named Natasha. Czar cursed. Natasha is a famous model in Russia. Czar introduced her to his boss. Czar was trying to make Alesso happy. But his plan didn't work so well. Alesso bedded her countless times, but he is not emotionally attached to her like he is attached with Olivia. What more, Natasha is under the illusion that Alessandro is going to marry her. "Miss Tarasova " he answered the call. He was polite, but the lady on the other side is not.

What comes next? Roman tapped his tablet and leaned forward. While we were at Volkov's gala, I managed to intercept another message. "Nyasha" was mentioned several times. She is renowned in the criminal underworld as a top-tier mercenary broker and strategist. Elena said, looking through the files, "She's a ghost." "Just a reputation for being ten steps ahead of her enemies, no photos, no verified nationality." "Do we have a place?" Xander's tone was stern as he asked.

“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

“The one you picked up from the club. She saw too much. I don’t like her sitting alone in that room. And I really don’t like not knowing what she’ll do next.” I glanced over my shoulder as I stepped out into the hallway. “I’ll handle it.” Her lips pressed into a line. Not satisfied. Not reassured. I couldn’t blame her. Especially not if the rumors were true—that Sienna wasn’t just some pretty thing with a journalist job. Natasha had found out about her record earlier this morning, and she is pretty impressive. She is one of the dangerous ones. The kind that are criminals' worst nightmare, I heard she had helped the authorities get down some kind of local gangs disturbing the environment.