Novel & Cerita Natalie Rushman Natasha Romanoff

"Hey. Heard a lot about you. All good things, promise." I smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Rivers." "And this," Penelope continued, "is Natasha. Rivers's girlfriend. And mate." Natasha was practically bouncing in her seat. Her eyes were wide, fixed on me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. "Oh my goddess," she breathed. "I can't belive I’m sitting with the silver wolf! This is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me!" I blinked, stunned. "How did you—"

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.

Something that Natasha just realizes. She shook her head. She may be wary of Daniel but it's late and they're both tired. "It's okay. " "Thank you." "All yours," She replied, pointing at the bathroom with a flourish, hoping to lighten the mood. He chuckles, low and dangerous and Natasha can feel her brain short circuit for a moment. Daniel is dangerous. For her heart, her mind supplied. In ways that she didn't expect. She's settling into the bed when he comes out of the bathroom, looking sinful with his chest bare and only a boxer.

“Of course, silly. The moment I met Roger and Ethan, I knew they were a dangerous company and they could lead you somewhere you don’t want to be. And I knew perfectly that you wouldn’t listen to me. So I did what I had to do.” “W..what did you do, exactly, Natalia?” She didn’t say anything, she just smiled at me. She was genuinely taunting me. It was fucking frustrating. “What the fuck did you do?” “Let’s just say, I killed Jonathan Ramsey,” she said.

Looking at Kamal he said, "I will read it in detail later. First you go to the address where the writer lives. It is more important to meet her." Saying this he stood up from his seat and walked out of the cabin. Kamal was looking at him only. He kept that file on the same desk and went out following Shashank. However, as soon as Shashank reached the lobby of his office, Natasha's assistant came in front of him. Looking at Shashank she said, "Mr. Roy, Miss Natasha wants to meet you. She wants to talk to you about something personal." Natasha was standing behind the assistant who had applied a lot of make-up on her face and was wearing a nice dress. Anyone can get fascinated after seeing Nata

"You're a vampire, aren't you?" The blonde smiled at me. Her smile just took my breath away. It wasn't the cold wicked one I was used to, and it was beautiful. "Just because I'm one doesn't mean I can't do this." She gestured to my bandaged hand. "What's your name then?" I blurt. I was probably the first person who dared ask for a vampire's name. "Anastasia," the young woman replied. "Anastasia—?" I echoed her. "Romanov."

Natasha. My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man. “I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”

It hasn’t even been 24hrs and we here savoring each other. Things were just about to get hotter, but Rachel's phone started ringing. Both of us tried our best to ignore the call but at last, we both sighed as Rachel grabbed her phone. “Shit…,” She sighed and cursed, staring at the caller id. “No you’re not disturbing,” Rachel said on the call, eyeing me. Who the hell is she talking with so late, is it, Daniel? And what she does by not disturbing these people disturbed us. “Don’t worry, I'll be there in five,” She said, ending the call. And grabbed her bag and started fixing her clothes and hair.

“Holy fuck.” Roman ’s eyes lock on me, and he walks to the bottom of the stairs. His tone is soft as he orders, “Come, Zolotse.” My heart beats a little faster as I take the stairs down to him, and when I place my hand in his, I lift my chin higher and look at the other men. “Introduce me,” I say with the same tone Roman uses when issuing a demand. Roman gestures at each of the men. “Nikolai and his guest, Bianca. Dominic Vitale and his wife, Sam. You already know Sasha And last but not least, Sergei.”

The moment hung between them, charged with recognition and the warmth of unspoken memories. “I'm Lucas Russo.” Lucas introduced himself and stretched his hand out to Natalie and added, “What's the name of the prettiest woman who had been tormenting my dreams?” Natalie shook her head, disbelief etched on her face as she smiled and replied, “Natalie, Natalie Romano.” Lucas' smile froze, but he immediately masked it and said, playfully, “Are you perhaps related to Xavier Romano?” Natalie smiled and nodded. “He's my cousin. We are in one of his restaurants.”