Natasha Romanoff นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The caller id showed that it's from a woman named Natasha. Czar cursed. Natasha is a famous model in Russia. Czar introduced her to his boss. Czar was trying to make Alesso happy. But his plan didn't work so well. Alesso bedded her countless times, but he is not emotionally attached to her like he is attached with Olivia. What more, Natasha is under the illusion that Alessandro is going to marry her. "Miss Tarasova " he answered the call. He was polite, but the lady on the other side is not.

He read it and said, “Put Roman on the phone.” Natasha laughed wickedly. “I can’t do that. She hasn’t woken from her beauty rest.” I strode forward, placed my hands on the desk, and blurted out, “What have you done to her?” Natasha asked, “Is that Ms. Robert? Tell her, Roman is beautiful. If only she were younger . . . But she will fetch a fair price.” Natasha’s calm, musical voice angered me. I held back. Held my breath and cringed.

"It's okay, Miss. What's your name?" Her eyes got up to meet mine and I smiled at her. "Gwen. Gwen Nevan, Your Royal Highness," okay, it's getting awkward. Gwen never used honorifics with me in common circumstances. "Can I call you Gwen?" "Of course!" "Then call me Natasha, please. Or just Princess, if you are too uncomfortable with my first name," then I turned to my companions. "This is my assistant, Katherine Quinlan. And this dumbass here is my Knight and disciple-brother, Sir Asher Kingston!" Both of them blushed, and to put more wood in the fire, I whispered to her. "He's single, by the way."

She said it with satisfaction. “It almost killed her, and how could you smile that way? Are you really that heartless?” Asked Kai irritated. Natasha took her cup of coffee and sipped it casually. She smiled at Kai. Things started to become very amusing and interesting for her. “We only need to do the same thing as what Dad did.” “What are you talking about?” “We both know that Anna is Ibrahim’s weakness. We really need to destroy him this time. Anna will be a perfect bait.” Said Natasha as she smirked in satisfaction.

"Full name?" "Matteo Evan Reed" "You?" "Adassah Natasha Rumanoff" I replied. "Wait we're you name after-" "Black widow, the badass chick in Avengers. Yeah, I wish but no, it's just a coincidence that my grandmother's name is Natasha and it's actually Rumanoff, not Romanov," I laugh lightly. "So yeah a lot of my teachers thought so too but nah it's different" he smiles nodding his head.

My eyes slowly search for Nash as he is Nick's older brother. Nash is married and he has two kids. They are twins. A girl and a boy. They are so cute. Nick introduced me to Nash and his family. His wife is beautiful and taller than me. Yeah, she is a werewolf, too. She has an amazing physique. She can beat me in a second with that power inside her. Seriously! But she won't do that. She loved me at first sight. She complimented me way too much. Especially my eyes. Well, Nick also praises my eyes. He loves my eye colour the most. And about my amazing body, he worships it every time.

Andrey had cautioned her, and the look she’d turned on him then should’ve flayed him alive. Perhaps it had. “You won’t like the result, trust me.” “Don’t worry, Mr. Romanoff,” she’d said, his name a low, dark curse, hitting him in ways he didn’t fully understand. “When I decide to sabotage you, there will be nothing in the least bit passive about it.” She’d stalked away from him that afternoon, and he hadn’t seen her again until the following morning, when she’d presented herself in his suite at breakfast, dressed in the perfectly unremarkable sort of professional clothes she usually wore.

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."

Together, we’re unstoppable—at least, that’s how it feels in the chaos of the fight. The witches don’t stand a chance. We came prepared, and now the coven is crumbling beneath our hands. Spells crackle in the air, a few last desperate attempts to hold us back, but none of it matters. I’ve got my eyes set on one person. Natasha. She’s standing in the center of the chaos, untouched by the fight, like she’s waiting for something. Her dark hair flows down her back, her eyes glowing with cruel amusement I’ve seen before. She’s powerful, there’s no question about that, but this isn’t her fight. She’s here for something bigger.

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.