Natalie Rushman Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

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.

This was want… lust… animal desire… “I would be more likely to have a ‘crush’ on Jack the Reaper,” Addison was saying furiously, her words tripping over each other as if she couldn’t say them fast enough. “That sounds infinitely preferable, in fact, knife and all. And I was your Executive Assistant, Mr. Romanoff, not your… secretary…” “You’re whatever I say you are, Miss Bryant.” His tone was silken and vicious as if that could banish the memory, or put it where it belonged. And her and this driving want of her with it.

Her face went pale. She hurriedly bowed her head to the floor. “I swear loyalty! Please—let me keep my pride and honor!” I smiled. “Good choice.” My eyes turned cold. “Now talk. Who are you, and why the hell were you following me?” She gulped. “My name is Natasha. I work for an organization called Last Wish. We handle assassinations, protection, and dirty work. Our leader… is a friend of Don Albert.” I stopped her instantly. “The leader knows Albert?”

she explains. " How are you feeling child?" an elder woman asks and I recognise her from the last meeting. " I am fine, a bit sore but alive." I say and she nods. " I guess it's already overdue that I introduce myself properly . My Name is Natasha Romanova, Wasili here is my grandson ." she says and I shake her hand. " Happy to meet you. Why are you helping us?" I ask curios.

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

Realizing what she said, Natasha hastily shook her head and shakingly intoned, "No, his assistant did. I have no dealings with James Earl, and he and I have never met or interacted before." When Rome didn't speak, Natasha became even more nervous, and she unintentionally bit her nail. "Did he hurt you?" Rome boldly said, looking into her wet eyes. Immediately, Natasha froze with a blank expression on her face. Then she slowly swallowed and said, "No. No, he didn't. Now, please leave." In that instant, there was a knock on the door, and then Joe's voice echoed into the room, "You guys' time is up with the girl."

“Give me the Nromais.” “Sir, I am sorry but I think you got the wrong address.” The man grabbed her shoulders and shook her to death, “Give me the Nromais!” “I don’t have it!” She was instantly thrown by the stranger. He casted a sweeping look around the house. “What do you think you’re doing?” She called, “You’re trespassing! Get out now or I’ll be forced to call the Police!” But the stranger didn’t heed her threat. He ransacked their house, throwing everything at reach.

The word echoes in my mind, a cruel taunt that mocks my carefully laid plans. I've known Natasha for years. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Silvanus, she comes from a bloodline of powerful Alphas. Her beauty is matched only by her strength and intelligence. I've seen her take on pack warriors twice her size and emerge victorious, a feral grin on her face. She exudes confidence and raw sexuality that draws others to her like moths to a flame.

But the woman beside him deftly stepped between them before he could speak. "Enough," she said flatly, her voice like steel cord wrapped in velvet. "This game of yours ends here and now, Kuznetsov." Grigory's gaze flickered almost lazily up at her, dark amusement etching lines around the corners of his mouth and eyes. "Taken up with outlanders and street rats now, are we son? How the mighty have fallen..." The woman arched one perfect brow, unimpressed. "How unfortunate that your vision only extends as far as your own twisted ego allows. I am Nadia Romanova...and I have come to restore order in the wake of your depravity."

Natasha's voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I turned to see her accompanied by a handsome man who flashed me a charming smile. "Hey, girl, tired already?" Natasha asked with a knowing grin. "You can say that again," I replied with a weary sigh. Natasha gestured to the man beside her. "This is Chris Robert, a business tycoon," she introduced, and I shook hands with him, mustering a polite smile despite my fatigue. Natasha's eyes suddenly popped open in surprise as she stared in a particular direction, prompting me to follow her gaze. My own eyes suddenly widened in shock as I saw who was approaching.