Natalie Rushman Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

I could also see that my 2 mates were also having a hard time controlling their anger and I had to go touch both of them so they could calm down. "What do you want here?" I viciously asked them but my anger was on the female who had been a cruel mother to my mate. "Riana that is no way to greet your long lost aunt Evelyn Rivera Wolfen and her husband Simon who was once your father`s bodyguard." I heard my mother scold me. Wait what...

Natasha chuckled softly and replied, "Hahaha... Rex is actually my buddy. He's a very close friend of mine, more like a brother. No romantic attachment whatsoever." "I see... we hope you find a partner, not a business partner you know," Valerie clarified. Bashfully, Natasha responded, "Yes, exactly. Hopefully, when the time is right, I'll meet someone who complements my life. But for now, I'm embracing my singlehood." She concluded with laughter. As the show ended, Natasha was surrounded by her bodyguards, preparing to head to another meeting. The press eagerly approached her for questioning, but her men shielded her until she decided to address them.

A young woman stands at the doorway, dark hair, bright eyes that shine with mischief, and she laughs softly like she already knows what she has seen. “So,” she says, voice warm and teasing. “I’ve been far too busy to meet Regal’s wife, but here you are.” Kol’s face is stone again and I gulp slowly. “I’m Natasha,” she says with a smile. “Kol and Regal’s sister. But unlike them, I bleed too easily and bruise too quickly.” I frown, then she nods. “I'm human.” How's that even possible? She laughs at her own words. Her eyes study me curiously as if she has already learned something. “Are you bored here?” she asks suddenly, ignoring Kol.

I made a face as Enzo opened his office door, and there was Natasha, sitting in the chair smiling from ear to ear with a new shade of red lipstick. “Enzo! Little porcupine!” She said cheerily, looking at me with a mocking glance. “I thought I was going to wait for both of you forever.” Enzo rolled his eyes and took his seat. “Her name is Miss Hyest, Natasha. And it would be good of you to remember that.” “Yes, yes,” Natasha said, waving me away with her hand. “Now let's get down to business. I haven't got all day to be here. So you are serious about moving forward with this launch?”

Jake, clutching a stack of flyers, stared in disbelief at the beautiful woman stepping out. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, confirming that it really was Natasha, West End's leader, the infamous Black Widow, and the underground world's dream woman. "Madam Vostokoff, w-what brings you here?" Jake stammered, trying to curry favor. Natasha removed her sunglasses and glanced at him without responding. Just then, Andrew came downstairs with Lauren and called out with a smile, "Over here!" Natasha walked over and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Lloyd!"

She must be Catrin's grandma. "Then summer will be fine." She dipped her chin. "Yes," I muttered. Her soft eyes drifted over my shoulder. "Maximo Russo Moretti. Finally, I got to meet..." Dad cleared his throat, his gaze set on grandma. Grandma looked at him, something passed between them. Her gaze swiped over me before turning to Russo. "The youngest billionaire." She changed the topic. "Hello, Mrs Bourne." Russo said, taking a long step forward, he landed a soft kiss on her both cheeks. "So nice to meet you." He muttered.

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."

"I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia." Valerina's eyes widened in surprise. She stared at me with conflicted eyes. At first, it was kind of amusing, but when I saw a flash of sadness and anger in her burning blue eyes, I began to worry. Valerina stood up suddenly and backed away from me. I frowned at her strange reaction. "Valerina?" With a loud sigh, she turned and ran off. "Valerina!" I called to her. I was about to follow her, but there was a standing ovation after the dance. People blocked my sight, and Valerina disappeared. The performers gathered on stage and stood should

He read it and said, “Put Roman on the phone.” Natasha laughed wickedly. “I can’t do that. She hasn’t woken from her beauty rest.” I strode forward, placed my hands on the desk, and blurted out, “What have you done to her?” Natasha asked, “Is that Ms. Robert? Tell her, Roman is beautiful. If only she were younger . . . But she will fetch a fair price.” Natasha’s calm, musical voice angered me. I held back. Held my breath and cringed.

Natasha Romanoff had crossed too many lines, and this time, there would be no redemption. --- ALEXANDRIA POV The next morning, my phone buzzed with a notification. Breaking News: The Moscow B-rated model, Miss Natasha Romanoff, Arrested for Conspiracy to Commit Assault. My breath caught in my throat. She had actually tried to come after me. Again. But this time, she failed. I sat back, placing a protective hand over my stomach. For the first time in a long time, I felt… safe. And as I stared at the headline, I realized something else. Natasha was finally out of our lives. And Chester, … He was still waiting for my answer.