Natalie Rushman Natasha Romanoff Romane & Geschichten

Their fingers intertwined, Ethan instinctively looked at her, his eyes widened ever so slightly, she offered him the smallest smile. The kind that said everything without words...I'm here, You're not alone. Something inside Ethan visibly relaxed, not completely but enough, Richard watched the interaction in silence. "So..." He smiled politely. "You must be Natasha." Only then did Natasha turn toward him, she had expected anger or cruelty. Instead... The man before her looked refined, sophisticated, almost charming, had she not known the truth... She might have mistaken him for a respectable businessman. She offered a polite nod. "Mr. Ramos." Richard chuckled.

“ Patience is the key! I need her to exhaust all her resources first that way it will be easy to deal with her. But for now start poking her investors bit by bit. And I need it done silently.” “ Yes Boss!” “ You can go now, I still need to review the new project” “ Yes boss!" Her focus was now back to the computer while he still stood there staring at her. Robert Nelson a five feet tall light skin guy in his early thirties. He met Natash after she escaped from the hands of those she was sold to. She was hungry, homeless and desperate at that time. But had seen a group of boys beating Robert at that time, she was brave enough to try and rescue him.

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

Alessandro said, getting infuriated and Shiv took a cup of water from the bedside table and sprinkled some water on her face, making her frown and she scrunched her eyes tightly and slowly opened them. "See, your queen has woken up! You were screaming for nothing!" Shiv said, pouting with a gloomy face while they gave their attention to Natasha. "What happened?" She asked them, blinking her eyes rapidly. "You got unconscious!" Anna replied and gave her water to drink. Then Natasha remembered how she fell unconscious and her eyes instantly darted toward Shiv who was already gazing at her intently. How come he exactly looks like Rudra except for the fact that his face was clean-shaven and he w

“Well I have looked around. Not much. I don’t think he spends much time here. House looks like a show room – like someone decorated it for architectural digest then forgot to live in it.” I gave her a wide eyed look. “Are we supposed to spy on him or were you just being thorough?” She looked around and shrugged. “One cannot be too careful.” Natasha isn’t just my maid. She’s my bodyguard too. Roman wasn’t about to send me into unknown territory with no protection. “Indeed.” I say. She sighed. “Well, I am beat. Long day. Call me if you need me.” I picked up my phone and waved it at her without looking up from my book. “Will do.”

"It's okay, Miss. What's your name?" Her eyes got up to meet mine and I smiled at her. "Gwen. Gwen Nevan, Your Royal Highness," okay, it's getting awkward. Gwen never used honorifics with me in common circumstances. "Can I call you Gwen?" "Of course!" "Then call me Natasha, please. Or just Princess, if you are too uncomfortable with my first name," then I turned to my companions. "This is my assistant, Katherine Quinlan. And this dumbass here is my Knight and disciple-brother, Sir Asher Kingston!" Both of them blushed, and to put more wood in the fire, I whispered to her. "He's single, by the way."

They all had long legs, wore cheongsams with high slits, and had an impeccable temperament. "Choose one." "No." Dawson wasn't in the mood. "Are you afraid of Lorraine?" "Haha, have you guys not made up yet?" Ryan guessed, noticing Dawson's low mood. At that moment, the private room door was pushed open, and to everyone's surprise, Natasha walked in. Ryan immediately shifted the blame, "Mr. Mercer was not satisfied, so you guys go out first." Dawson gave this guy a fierce glare. Natasha wore a Chanel-style suit, and wherever she went, there was a pleasant fragrance in the air.

Lisa jumped on me and I almost fell. “She is awake!!” Connor ran to join the hug. Soon I was surrounded by all of them before Ryan pulled me away from the hug so I could breathe. “Hi.” A young lady waved to me. I glanced at Ryan,I didn't know who she was. “Elsa,the witch.” He answered. “Oh.” I went forward and shook her hand. “I'm Natasha, thank you for everything Elsa.” “It's nothing, it's an honour meeting you my lady.” She shook my hand.

I curled into the wide seat, clutching my knees to my chest, the last image of Viktor’s smile flickering behind my eyelids before sleep took me off. I woke to Roman’s voice. “We are here. In Moscow.” My eyes fluttered open. The jet door stood open, cold air rushing inside. Beyond it, I saw Moscow’s skyline in the distance, glittering under the gray dawn. The city looked both beautiful and merciless, a maze of steel and history wrapped in ice. Roman stood by the door, coat draped over his shoulders, watching me with that same unreadable expression. “Get up,” he said. My body ached as I pushed to my feet, following him down the stairs and into another waiting car. This one was bigger, armored,