Natalie Rushman Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

“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

’ She commanded when her own Capos drew their guns, ‘But stay on high alert’ The six men walked through the door and then four stood back while two of them walked forward, ‘ I am Aleksandr Murchekov, Leader of the Russian Bratva, and I would like to know why you have set up in my territory’ He directed his speech at Luca her number two and he smiled every one made that mistake, they seriously underestimated Natasha, and she walked forward now from behind him. She was dressed in a fitted deep green Dior trouser suit and black Jimmy Choo heels that made her legs go on forever. Her hair was tossed over one shoulder and her eyes glittered she looked stunning, it had taken her five minutes to thr

She openly admitted almost catching Morbius off guard. Morbius did not utter any word to her and just stared. He was carefully studying her as he leaned his back over the closed part of the window. Natasha noticed how her mate sternly watching her and it made her wolf whimper in excitement. She groaned to her wolf's feeling but decided to ignore it for now. "I'm Natasha Grey, I was a doctor among the human population before I got abducted and captured by you." Natasha suddenly introduced herself to her mate while looking out to the opened window.

“When she walked in.” “I gathered.” “And of being a stalker.” “I got that too.” “Dad.” My voice comes out very flat. “I’m just filling in the gaps.” He straightens up, setting his mug down, and moves toward us with the expression he gets when something is about to become official. “Roman, thi is my daughter, Natalia.” “Natalia.” He looks at me. Then at the man beside me. “This is Roman Volkov.” Roman… He looks back at me with absolutely no readable expression whatsoever. “The new mayor.”

"You took something that belongs to me. We don't have to be rivals." "You killed my aunt and my father! You kidnapped my mother! And now you’re fucking trying to act innocent?" Russo snarled, the explosive rage taking over his body entirely defying description. They heard a loud noise of shattering something through the speaker. "She's fucking mine! Your fucking father got exactly what he deserved. I killed them all, and I’ll kill every last one of you too!" The air in the room turned ice-cold. It went dead silent. An animalistic growl ripped from Russo's throat, startling everyone as he glared down at the screen.

He looked at Natasha with a mix of rage and confusion. He took one step forward, then stopped. Something inside him seemed to recognize her. Without another word, he turned and followed the same direction the dead had gone. The rain kept falling. Silence returned to the zone. The man stepped back, fear written all over his face. “Who are you?” he asked again. Natasha looked at him calmly. “I’m Natasha Reese,” she said. “A former special forces soldier.” She did not say more. But the truth was already clear. She was not like the others.

Ramon and Armand turned at the same time. Natasha was walking across the lobby toward the reception desk, her dark blazer impeccable, her stride unhurried. She came to a stop beside Vivienne and looked from one Lexus to the other with an expression that was completely professional and gave away absolutely nothing. Ramon's face changed the moment he saw her. Natasha's face was one that everyone in the business world recognized, because for a long time, she had been Victoria Sterling's personal assistant. Not only that, but she had recently moved from that role into a far more respectable position as an executive here. People like Ramon didn't just know her; they respected her. Her power influ

"We don't negotiate with people like Victoria. She wants you to fold, to run, to prove you're weak. But you're not weak. You're a survivor who fought her way back from hell. Don't let her take that from you." Pepper knocked and entered carrying a folder. "Lily, there's someone here to see you. Natasha Romanoff. She says she's an attorney and you need to hear what she has to say." +++++++++ Natasha Romanoff was not what I expected. She was maybe forty, with sharp features and sharper eyes. She wore a black suit and carried herself like someone who'd seen too much and was tired of other people's nonsense. "Ms. Morrison." She shook my hand with a grip that could crack walnuts. "I've been follow

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?”