Natasha Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

Nat suddenly said out loudly and rushed forward, making me look up from my tablet. She hugged a woman and I couldn't help but smile when I saw the scene in front of me, it looked like Nat was quite close to her mom. I don't know much about her but she's smart and she'll be twenty-three in the next three months. She was surprised when she knew my age, she even doubted it and I wasn't surprised because I've had such reactions from many people. Natasha is a bit chubby and her shapes are sharp, when she removes her eyeglasses, those beautiful unique green eyes come into view. She's beautiful but she doesn't know because people around her make her feel grotesque, especially this stupid academy.

“She's Vera. Vera Ivanov.” A gasp exploded beside me and I rolled my eyes, sighing in regret. Luca was such a bitch. “You're Vera Ivanov?” Nate spluttered. “What the hell?!” “I go by Natasha now,” He scrunched up his face in confusion. “Why? You're a legend! Everyone in the mafia world has heard about you. You've killed over two hundred people! That's amazing!” I winced at the reminder and shook my head. “My sister doubts that though,”

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.

If Joshua's password was really Natasha's birthday, Natalie felt like she would go crazy. She would go completely crazy. Her hand holding the phone trembled. She forcefully calmed herself down and tried to enter Natasha's birthday. As she typed in the password, she suddenly stopped halfway. She realized she didn't even know Natasha's birthday. In fact, she didn't know anything about Natasha. The only thing she knew about Natasha was that she was an orphan abandoned by her mother and also loved to steal other women's men.

He stares at her like he has never seen her before, his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. “What is this?” His voice cracks on the words, raw and broken. “Natasha, what are you doing?” She laughs, a low, cold sound that echoes off the wooden walls. “Natasha is dead. She died of pneumonia in that lab three years after the Tribunal took her. Same as your little sister Lila. Her lungs were too weak, the doctors did not bother to treat her. They dumped her body in the same river as the rest of the disposable captives.”

Natasha's nails were biting into her palms. She wished she could tell him who she was, but her horrific past prevented her from doing so. She was afraid that revealing her identity would bring her past back to haunt her. She had been living as Natasha Moore for the past twenty years, burying her past in the graves of her biological parents. She would never bring it up.

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!"

It looked like the woman who had been serving her was planning to protect her from the girl in front of them; she even stood in front of her. "And what are you going to do, you low-ranked elite?" the woman taunted. Althea could tell by just looking that this woman named Natasha was one of those who seemed like bullies in movies. She had enough training muscles, just like those who have superior abilities, but she also had that hot temper that makes it easy to distinguish her from the others. "You should know well that if the Jefe is not here, Madam is the one second highest here."

Natasha didn’t have to be a good girl, she didn’t have to control her powers, she didn’t have care about others seeing her eyes changing colors, she could be free and her dad gave her that freedom, because he was like her, her friends were also like her, she didn’t have to hide anything around them. That’s what she told her mother happily on one night and after that night, her mother stopped responding to her messages and disappeared from her life. It made ber sad but her dad promised to find her mom one day, when she is strong enough, they would look for her together and Natasha is looking forward to that day.

She went on to blabber a whole lot of sorrys and Lucas had to stop her. "Hey, hey! Calm down. It's alright." "But, what just happened...?" "Isn't it already obvious?" "What are you talking about?" "The flashes of light, the truck and Bianca back in New York..." Lucas said, trying to make a point. "What?" "Natasha, " added Lucas in a semi-grave low voice, "you are a speedster." Natasha was quiet for a moment, probably letting it all sink in. It did. "Oh my God, you're... you're right."