Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

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.

William explained, pointing to Natasha, who was completely confused about what was happening. "And who exactly is she?" Lord Leonidas turned his attention to Natasha. "This is Natasha Smith, granddaughter of..." William began. "...Algernon Thorne," Lord Leonidas finished, a sudden smile appearing on his face. "It's an honor to meet you, sir," Natasha said, extending her hand for a handshake. "Nonsense, child. The honor is all mine," Lord Leonidas replied, shaking her hand firmly. Natasha was taken aback by the unexpected warmth. "Wow, I must say, you are nothing like the other Alpha Council members I have met."

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.

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.

But the woman beside him deftly stepped between them before he could speak. "Enough," she said flatly, her voice like steel cord wrapped in velvet. "This game of yours ends here and now, Kuznetsov." Grigory's gaze flickered almost lazily up at her, dark amusement etching lines around the corners of his mouth and eyes. "Taken up with outlanders and street rats now, are we son? How the mighty have fallen..." The woman arched one perfect brow, unimpressed. "How unfortunate that your vision only extends as far as your own twisted ego allows. I am Nadia Romanova...and I have come to restore order in the wake of your depravity."

Dmitry was now showing the screen of his phone to Natasha. Seeing that the person on the picture is Ruby, she answered bewilderedly, "that's my stepsister, Ruby. She must have been lying around that she's the miracle doctor." Natasha said to Mr. Pushkin, "it is that lady that was claiming I was her personal assistant. I don't have a boss and infact, she had no knowledge of medicine." "Let me see," Mr. Pushkin turned to Dmitry and asked. Dmitry showed the old man the picture on the screen of his phone.

The word echoes in my mind, a cruel taunt that mocks my carefully laid plans. I've known Natasha for years. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Silvanus, she comes from a bloodline of powerful Alphas. Her beauty is matched only by her strength and intelligence. I've seen her take on pack warriors twice her size and emerge victorious, a feral grin on her face. She exudes confidence and raw sexuality that draws others to her like moths to a flame.

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

Dmitri didn’t just want his cars back; he wanted Russo’s head on a spike. Dmitri’s inner circle was a rogue’s gallery. His second-in-command, Natasha Petrova, was a former FSB operative with a dancer’s body and a sniper’s precision. She’d seduced and killed a dozen men, often mid-fuck, her thighs locked around them as she slid a blade between their ribs. Her loyalty to Dmitri was absolute, forged in childhood when he saved her from a trafficking ring, only to mold her into his deadliest weapon. Then there was Yuri, Dmitri’s younger brother, a wiry sadist who preferred knives to guns and had a fetish for blood play.

She'd done a lot and that was just part of it and her smiles were as vicious as her schemes. It still bothers me how sweet she could be. After the day I heard their words, I couldn't look at her the same way. Natalia on the other hand couldn't speak because once a sound comes out of those sultry lips then a disaster would happen. She is the general of the army in the Red Falcon pack and has more siren powers than her elf side and she's brutal, the coldest of the sisters. I closed my eyes and dragged in air forcefully and deeply till I could no longer hold it in. My hands balled tightly as I released everything out together with my frustration. Not like it's going to leave permanently, but th