Marvel Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

To do the things we did. I pretty much proved useless for coming over for business. "This is actually the first time Italy seems fun to me." Xavier confess. "Because of me." I wiggle my brows. "Of course, its because of me, don't you just like the way I light up the world." "Its not because of you." Xavier deadpans. "Not me, then who. She." I pout, referring to Natalie. "No, just kidding, its you." He smiles. That smile I wanted. (Another romantic moment coming up soon. Stay turned, like and comment. Love yal. ADIOS.)

Chapter Thirteen Sebastian The meeting had ended twenty minutes ago. Unfortunately, the silence left behind was far more irritating than the board members themselves. I stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office with one hand tucked into my pocket while the city stretched endlessly beneath me. Cars moved like streams of light below, distant and insignificant compared to the thoughts currently occupying my mind. Natasha Berlin. She had insisted on handling Duncan herself and against my better judgment… I allowed it. Behind me, the soft sound of a tablet being set down broke the silence. My assistant, Marcus, stood near the desk with his usual composed posture.

It makes sense now; Natasha bears a striking resemblance to her mother. “You think you hate my mom more than I do? If you're trying to provoke me, it won't work. Let's not change the subject here; your wife,” Natasha emphasizes, “asked me to help her train, and I can't say no. She's a real treasure, you know? She's the first Luna I've met who actually wants to prove herself instead of just lounging around in luxury.” Dane's gaze meets mine, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

Standing behind her, one hand resting light on the top of her head, the other holding a small pistol pressed to the base of her skull, is Natasha. She is not the same girl we pulled out of the silo two days prior. The dazed, skittish act is gone, the soft, tired smile she gave Mikhail when they were reunited nowhere to be seen. Her posture is straight, confident, her finger steady on the trigger, her eyes cold and sharp as shards of glass. The lily shaped birthmark behind her ear is still there, bright against her pale skin, but now it looks like what it is. A fake. A prop. The first twist hits Mikhail so hard he staggers back half a step, his gun clattering to the floor. He stares at her li

One such example is Natalia. Consider this: she may appear sophisticatedly sexy, desirable, and a brat, but you will never believe that you can survive being with her on an island.She's a very clever and full-of-initiative woman. She's not that bad, right? I mean, she's perfect. Really, she is a spoiled brat, but she almost knew about the basics of outdoor living. Come on, isn't she dashingly amazing? Wow. Just wow!

To Elena, the hood jacket which was tight around her chest, the tight-fitting leather pants which stressed her heavily curved hips, and the long slimly built legs were deliberate temptations to the Catholic man. “Would you exercise a little more patience, Mister,” she said in a voice that conveyed much authority to the old man, who on sighting her, had pushed past Natasha, rushing up to her, and inquiring about his wife. Natasha, a woman of high status and power, perceived with admiration; the air of confidence and authority wielded by this woman, who Natasha was certain was the chief physician of the hospital. Natasha always felt a sense of connection when she saw women in positions of powe

"What are you going to do Nancy as you can see,I'm the' fallen princess of white corporation',I don't have the power to do anything at the moment" "Babysitting the fallen princess,that sounds like a job to me"Nancy declared as Natasha glared at her. "Really?"Natasha asked as she grabbed the remote ,turning on the tv and just then Nanvy rushed to her blocking her view from the television,which made Natasha surprised and suspicious of her actions. "You need to rest ma.."Nancy tried talking but it was already too late as her eyes were fixed already on the television and on the news headlines. "Move aside"Natasha said in a cold tone scaring Nancy,who knew things were going to get messy in a fe

"She is loyal and submissive to me. Isn't that right, babe?" She smiled at him and nodded, then turned tense when Leonard suddenly chuckled. "I'm sure she's very submissive," he said, but there was an underlying hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Tell me about yourself, Natasha." She wiped her mouth and smiled at him. "I grew up with my parents in Seattle. I schooled there, both in high school and college. That's where I met Charlie." "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-six. I have a sister who's a year younger."

Hearing him say those words, her cheeks flutter red for reasons she couldn't comprehend as she playfully pinch him. Natash arrived at the office the next day wearing a red halter neck top and a black slit skirt, they were tight on her body and presented her cleavage in the right way. Natash is wearing a gold wrist watch and a gold necklace, today she applied a very light makeup that could barely be seen. Walking into the conference Hall, her four most trusted men were waiting for her. Robert who she met first and the hands behind the computer, Derrick the brain of the company, she had met Derrick when she still had nothing, he was robbed and beaten and was at the point of death when Natash f

You say such mean things with that innocent face of yours! [You even use your fans as your weapon. You’re so evil!] [We would’ve been completely duped had we not seen proof. You evil woman!] [You should quit the entertainment industry! You’re so mean; you can’t be a public figure!] … Inside the ward. Natasha was happily picking her new show, excitedly anticipating to shoot up as an international artist. By her side, her assistant was scrolling the phone, and her face turned pale. She looked at the news with disbelief.