Marvel Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING but how much I always loved her. Even if she always was the one with the credits and everything, I loved her! I still do. Then why did she do all of this to me? Why...? Maybe I did something bad to her and she made me forget about it by controlling my mind. "You were so naive, Natasha," yeah, you've already stated that. "To the point that you didn't use the magic jewel which could avoid your mind from being washed and manipulated," that's because I didn't know about its existence before it was too late!

She had instructed him to explore the small building's surroundings for security cameras. "Well, it looks like you've finally developed a memory. I didn't think you had it in you," Natasha said. She was mocking Natalie instead of showing any signs of panic or fear as Natalie had imagined. "Now you've learned to look for security cameras." Natasha's gaze was full of mockery. "Hey!" Natasha was clearly insulting her. Natalie clenched her fists angrily and turned to her bodyguards. "Are you done searching?" Given that Natasha was a defenseless orphan with no power nor influence, she had quite the nerve to insult Natalie.

I felt the bile was impossible to be retained any longer. In the room Daniel was totally naked, leaning on the head of the bed with the blanket covering the lower half of his body and smoking. But that was not what totally dislodged me, what did it, was to see an also naked Olivia leaning on his chest with her face totally relaxed. My Olivia! “What the fuck is all this?!” I roared entering the room and slamming the door behind me and causing Olivia to wake up with a start "Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?"

she glared back at her. "I'm Vanessa fucking Blackwell, I can own whatever I want," she sneered. "Jake is my - " Izzie started but Vanessa cut her off. "Loyal to me now," she finished for her with a smirk, "My blood is in his veins, little slayer, I am his sire, he works for me." The thought of Jake not only being a vampire but being a vampire that was controlled by this monster barbie for eternity was almost too sickening to think about.

"You were never phased before whenever I talk like that, what's wrong with you? Getting old now, aren't we?" "Water, sir?" Natasha placed a bottle in front of me, seemingly irritating with her soft and sweet voice that hints her fury. Taking it from her, I signaled Winona to back off. "I'll be at my desk if you need anything, sir." Natasha's words were enunciated as she marched to the door. She's jealous, she's damn jealous! I'm giving her the right, but she owes me something. Half past six, a deputy dropped off what I needed about Elena. The files Detective Han mentioned.

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

I gasped and almost passed out, but I tried to bring myself back to consciousness. "Goodbye Alexandra Romanov," she said with a victorious smile. I bit my lips and summoned all my last strength. I clenched my teeth. She didn't expect this. Then I struck my claw into her body, breaking her chest bone. Her blood splashed on our faces. I grabbed a handful of her living flesh and ripped the heart out. Nikol's mouth flung open as she stared down at me in total shock.

Let's go then. And with that, we set off on a journey to help Natasha take her revenge on her family. Natasha filled me in on her plan as we walked through the woods. "My sister, Valentina, is the first on my list," she said. "She always treated me like I was inferior and made fun of me in front of everyone. I'm going to teach her a lesson she won't forget." I nodded, feeling excited to see what was going to happen. We arrived at Valentina's house, and Natasha cast a spell to make us invisible to anyone who might be watching.

“She needs stitches.” He did. He worked quickly, cleaning the wound and stitching with a steady hand. The girl cried when the antiseptic touched her skin; my wolf stirred at the sound of pain, not because he claimed the girl but because pain was pain and I had no patience for people being ignored. When the final bandage was wrapped, the girl looked at me with clearer eyes. “You’re him,” she said. I raised an eyebrow. The woman beside her frowned, but the girl ignored her. “You’re the Alpha.”

They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before coming clean. No one ever saw that version of me. And yet here I was. Still cleaning up messes. Still making sure certain ghosts stayed buried. The sound of my phone filled the room. I pulled it out of my pocket. Daniel. I turned away from the bars and answered. “Yes?” “Boss. We’ve got a problem.” Daniel’s voice was tight. “One of our guys watching the Whitmores said Natasha ran out crying. Got into a cab. They lost her.”