Natasha Romanoff Black Widow Novels & Stories

To leave his world forever. Forever gone, wiped so thoroughly from the face of the planet that it would seem as though she had never been here. I returned to my desk,.my chest still heaving. I picked up my phone with a steady hand. Through my contacts, I came across a name that was only a symbol—a black spider—and had no name. I listened to the single sterile ring after pressing the call button and holding the phone to my ear. On the second he replied. "Ma'am." "Activate the Red Widow," I said in a low emotionless voice. "I want her gone, quietly."

—Blue eyes, wavy black hair, medium build, not very tall—maybe 5'4". Her voice was deep, cold, and calculated. —Anything else? —She got a call. It was from her prenatal clinic. Someone was reminding her… That’s all I know. —Bastien pulled out his gun and shot him in the head. The others stared in terror. —I want their phones. —Joel brought a box full of devices. —Take your phones and post on the dark web that the contract offered by “The Black Widow” is against Bastien De Filippi, and let these be your last words: if anyone accepts her job, they will be tortured to death.

Mateo was surprised. “Is Ms. Gail Leroy your spy?” Gail was an assassin who had been hiding among Huntley’s men. All the Orean underground forces knew her as the Black Widow. The woman was known to be extremely cruel. Rumor had it that she was originally a prisoner on death row, waiting to be executed. Huntley was the person who had hired someone in the system to replace Gail with another female prisoner during the execution and got her released secretly.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

She twists her fingers in her lap, "The blue prints are not the only weaponry I have against Romanov. I have a mole in his mansion. Someone that gives me valid information on most of his plans." I brace my elbows on the table and Ricardo shifts to the edge of his seat. "Who is this mole?" I ask "Yulia, the girl I told you about. Yulia Austin." I sit back in my chair. Ricardo just stares at her, the surprise on his face slowly morphing into anger. What was up with him and this Yulia girl anyways? "Isn't that Skylar Romanov's personal maid?" My question is not directed at anyone in particular but Yulia answers anyways.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Diana thought to herself, "Damn it. All that worrying for nothing." While the two were cozily leaning on each other, they suddenly felt a sharp gaze upon them. Diana instinctively turned her head and saw the "Black Widow" standing not far away, looking in their direction. Though she stood at a distance and wore a helmet, obscuring her face, Diana had an instinctual feeling that the look in her eyes was far from friendly. Seeing Diana looking at her, the "Black Widow" suddenly extended her hand and slowly raised her pinky finger.

Jocelyn I stared back at the reflection in the mirror, gazing at the beautiful woman I saw looking back at me. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the top of my head, long locks of natural blond hair curled just right hanging around my shoulders. A few strands were strategically pulled out, framing my face. My sky-blue eyes seemed more lively tonight than they had been recently. I had put more care into my make-up and could see the instant difference it made. Gone was the stone-faced businesswoman. In her place stood the shadow of the woman I once was before I became a widow. A woman who was once carefree and knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A woman who never once had to wor

The cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists as the private jet’s door slammed open in the snowy Siberian night. Rough hands dragged me down the stairs and threw me onto my knees in the snow in front of a towering dacha lit by floodlights. A tall, stunning woman in a black fur coat and blood-red dress stepped forward, her icy blue eyes scanning my naked, shivering body. “Finally,” she said in a thick Russian accent. “The famous shared whore from the Asians and the cartels. I am Natalia Volkov, Blood Princess of Bratva. You now belong to the Volkov family.”

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan