Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

“The one you picked up from the club. She saw too much. I don’t like her sitting alone in that room. And I really don’t like not knowing what she’ll do next.” I glanced over my shoulder as I stepped out into the hallway. “I’ll handle it.” Her lips pressed into a line. Not satisfied. Not reassured. I couldn’t blame her. Especially not if the rumors were true—that Sienna wasn’t just some pretty thing with a journalist job. Natasha had found out about her record earlier this morning, and she is pretty impressive. She is one of the dangerous ones. The kind that are criminals' worst nightmare, I heard she had helped the authorities get down some kind of local gangs disturbing the environment.

She refused to give Elijah the thought of victory. "Well, regardless of the fact I'm adopted, the media still associates me with the Knights. But look at you, most times, the media forgets there's a last grandson." Natasha provoked, her lips curling up into a mocking smile. "Natasha Knight, I'm going to kill you!" Elijah suddenly yelled and threw himself towards Natasha. But who was Natasha? She is the sister who had spent the better part of her life running away from her younger sister and planning the deaths of a lot of people. Beating up a kid who had no formal martial art training was a piece of cake to her.

A young woman stands at the doorway, dark hair, bright eyes that shine with mischief, and she laughs softly like she already knows what she has seen. “So,” she says, voice warm and teasing. “I’ve been far too busy to meet Regal’s wife, but here you are.” Kol’s face is stone again and I gulp slowly. “I’m Natasha,” she says with a smile. “Kol and Regal’s sister. But unlike them, I bleed too easily and bruise too quickly.” I frown, then she nods. “I'm human.” How's that even possible? She laughs at her own words. Her eyes study me curiously as if she has already learned something. “Are you bored here?” she asks suddenly, ignoring Kol.

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

I pause to breath before heading straight through the doors to stop at the sleek reception desk in the lobby. “How can I help you?” Asked the skinny blonde behind the desk. This woman screams prime and put together. Her scowl also screams get out while her narrowed eyes scrutinize my pants. What else could I expect from a receptionist working in this job, though? “Hi, I am Katherine Douglas. I’m here for a scheduled interview with Mr. Romano.” I keep my voice steady and respectful. Her eyes flick over me again, and then she is shuffling around some papers, reading little notes in blue and red ink. He must be a busy man.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

“Oh yeah, how did you know that Flo is a member of the Witches Brigade?” Flo immediately revealed it before Natasha could say anything. “She’s actually also a member of the Witches Brigade. Natasha von Schneider from the Main Division, 98th rank.” “What? 98th rank?” Suddenly, this made Alisa very surprised. It turned out that Natasha was one of the hundred strongest magical girls in the Witches Brigade. As a movement that had almost one hundred thousand active members divided into several divisions, being in the top hundred indicated that she was a very powerful magical girl.

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.