Natasha Romanoff Black Widow Novels & Stories

In our world, everyone was scared shitless of her. Seasoned capos, hardened hitmen, and rival soldiers alike trembled when her name was whispered in the shadows, giving her a fiercely fitting name across the European syndicates: La Vedova Nera. The Black Widow. I felt an involuntary shiver ripple down my spine at the mere thought of the name, a cold reminder of the lethality hidden beneath those chaotic red curls. I shook my head slightly, shifting my gaze back to Sienna, letting the tension leave my shoulders as I focused back on the woman who held my world in the palm of her hand.

Hours later, Hayes watched from the side as Cassian made a single encrypted call. The screen showed static at first. Then cleared. A woman’s face appeared. Sharp cheekbones. Silver eyes. A name came with her: Irena Volkov. Russian intelligence-turned-mercenary. A shadow broker. A woman whose network extended into oil, media, and governments. Cassian leaned in. “I have a target,” he said. “Name?” He smiled. “Nova Blackthorne.” The woman paused. “The phoenix.” He didn’t correct her. “Alive or dead?” she asked.

Nathaniel's Pov The call came from a number I did not recognize and I almost did not answer but something made me pick up and when I did a man's voice said I have something you need to see. "Who is this?" I asked. "Someone who works at the facility where your wife is being held." "What do you want?" "I want to do the right thing. That is all. There was an incident today in Block D. Your wife was involved." "What kind of incident?"

I replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.

I only ruffled his hair in response before taking him out to my car. ** |Athena's POV| Groaning, I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to adjust my sight. I was in a dark room. I felt something on my wrists making me look down and saw ropes. I was tied to a chair, in a dark room and alone. I bit my lip nervously. That's when what happened last night came crashing down on me. "Hello? Anybody there?" I tried to shout but my voice was hoarse due to my dry throat. "I don't know why you kidnapped me when you could've just asked me to come with you. I would've done it willingly. My life sucks anyway."

“How dare you talk big even in the face of death?!” Shauna scoffed and took a step forward. “Kid, are you the one who killed my son, Huey?” “You’re right. I killed that good-for-nothing,” Chase replied indifferently. Shauna was so furious that she wanted to chop him into pieces. “Do you even know who I am? How dare you kill my son?” “Listen up, she’s my ex-wife and she’s known as Black Widow in the Golden Triangle,” John announced proudly.

"Oh yeah, you really understand the meaning of loyalty!" Andrew found Jake amusing and laughed. "Well, if you won't talk, I'll just have to call Natasha over here." Jake was stunned, then sneered. "If you're going to bluff, at least make it believable. You're just a staff of Rhodes Corporation. Who do you think you're to call Madam Vostkoff over? Do you even know her nickname? Ever heard of the Black Widow? She's the most powerful woman in Jayrodale." Andrew ignored him and proceeded to dial Natasha's number.

Ara tapped on her own phone and then handed it to Sam. “What?” Barely a whisper came out of Samantha’s mouth as her eyes saw what was on the screen. “BLACK WIDOW RETURNS!!!” The notorious and scandalous Samantha Kingsley-Cameron has struck once again. The much-anticipated return of the Black Widow was seen spinning her web mercilessly with shopping mall king, Damian McLaren.

Its locks couldn't be broken even by the best thieves here. Only the mysterious owner could unlock it without the key. The screen by the door lit and the man asked, “Did you take the trash out?” “24 Carat Gold.” Svetlana frowned, even after hearing it a couple of times it was obnoxious. It didn’t really make sense at all or maybe this stuck. "Who are you?" "Dark Swan and Black Panther." Ivana replied in her deadbeat tone. Svetlana name here was 'Siren' but she was undercover at the moment. Black Panther was on an assassination mission overseas so Svetlana was imposing as her.

"I wouldn't even feel a thing if you were to take a billion, baby. That's how rich and powerful your husband is." Husband. "You're not my husband yet, Mr Vitali." He stared at me, then my ring finger, and nodded. "You'll be mine soon, Katherine Thawne and I promise you that not even God will be able to take you from me." TBC