Natasha Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

Damien murmured, so only she could hear. But amid the celebration, Natasha's gaze caught on faces that didn't cheer. A she-wolf near the third table — porcelain skin, midnight hair, topaz eyes — watched with naked bitterness, her goblet untouched. Beside her, a curvaceous redhead with a warrior's scars muttered something to a companion, her mouth twisted with sour resentment. Further down, a statuesque blonde with the bearing of an alpha's daughter stared at Natasha like she was measuring the distance between them, calculating how easily it might be bridged. Natasha catalogued each face, each flicker of jealousy. Her wolf stirred, alert but not threatened. They could resent her. She'd been a

"That's why Damian didn't marry your sister Natasha, because she wasn't his type at all." Ace chuckled. "Natasha?... What is she doing now?" Sarah asked curiously. "She is doing some small modeling projects as she has no other income source... Xavier has destroyed your father and brother and Natasha refused to take their responsibility. She is still behind Damian but he is in love with Rose, his bodyguard..." Ace explained. "I heard that Natasha even challenged Rose for fighting and Got her nose broken just in one punch... Stupid girl" "Is this Rose a bad news?"

I don't how long I can keep this up, “ she then says. I let out a long breath as I also look outside the window. Thinking, what if I'm not right about all this. What will happen to us? I don't know for how long I can keep this going. Especially with no one to help me. I've always known I'm a witch, but it's useless since I wouldn't be able to cast a single spell to save my life. What's the point of even having that knowledge, if I can't use it. The car continues for another few minutes before we arrive to our destination. “Nice place," I hear Natasha compliments. “ Is this her?" Molly approaches us. “ She's beautiful," she eyes Natasha from head to toe examining her. .

The entire room is filled with her scent. "Nat..." I said uncomfortably before I placed my hand on her shoulder to gently push her away. She took my touch as an invitation and then her lips were on mine. I was shell shocked, frozen in my spot. She let out a loud moan before she pounced. Natalia was a force to reckon with. In our entire Kingdom, she was was the strongest female warrior and one of the strongest warrior overall. When she wanted something, she went after it with everything she had. I have seen her being belittled countless times by the males in the pack. And I've seen her hand their ass back to them right that second. She has earned the respect of every person in the kingdom, fi

Adam whispered, hardly believing that the goddess in front of him was Natalie, but in the next moment his wolf growled at him. “Aida!” she is our mission. But while Adam was heartbroken, realizing again how stupid he had been for cheating Natalie, Alex was mesmerized by her appearance. The way she was fighting…goddess. She was his own Wonder Woman with Ares. And she was winning again and again, because as soon as she killed those two rogues, she grabbed another one and ripped his head in one single motion. The blood spurted out, annoying her and she wiped it away from her face, using her left arm, but as soon she did it her eyes met Alex’s eyes. The world stopped for a second as they looked

She smiled at me as she make me close my palms to keep the charm on my hand. “Here you go. I know it will probably look good on you. Take that as a sign that you already accepted my invitation. I’ll wait for you to bring that bracelet back to me tomorrow night.” Even I’m still hesitating, I nodded, trying to look sure in front of her. She just smiled at me before patting my shoulder again. And then, she started to walk away. But before that, she took another step back just to say something inappropriate to me. “And please, Natalia. If you really wanted to be part of our squad together with Tyler and the other bad boys, please dump that Nerdy Nathan. He’s ruining your image.”

Natasha said in glee, extending her right hand for a handshake, hoping for a new beginning between us. I looked at her in disbelief, trying to read the sincerity in her eyes. "Are you serious? Do you really want to be my friend after everything that has happened between us?" Natasha smiled. "Of course! I don't want to become your enemy. I may have been after Alpha Alex in the past, but right now I realize that it's not worth putting myself and my father in trouble because of my ambition to become the new Luna of our pack. I'm no longer that obsessed girl who chases after a guy who doesn't want me. I'm wiser now."

He got up gracefully and took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray. It was still bubbling. Then he genteelly walked towards Malcolm. At this time, Malcolm was introducing a famous design to Marilyn. Natasha was born abroad. She was now the chief designer of a famous brand. Her full name was Natasha Laurier. Marilyn liked her work very much. But a lot of people liked to call her Natasha. Her creation was bold and unique, especially in the color of clothing. It was very close to nature and had become a hot demand in the fashion industry.

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she

I couldn’t begin to imagine the kind of political power this man and… the pack possessed. “Can I ask you a question?” I said. Wraith’s gaze fell on me, and I took that as a ‘yes.’ “There was this girl—black hair, green eyes…” “Natasha. Her name is Natasha.” “Well, Natasha was saying something about being ‘marked,’ and I got curious. I want to know how the marking works.” “What did she say exactly?” “She said she didn’t think my ‘human body’ could handle it…” “She’s wrong,” he said, but nothing more.