Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

“How long have you been working for them?” “Long enough.” She pushes off the doorframe, stepping into the hallway, her movements relaxed, unhurried. She knows she has the upper hand right now, and she does not bother hiding it. “I was planted with Alexei and Mikhail in that Tribunal lab three years ago, right after they pulled you out of the Valenti estate and your Petrov heritage became public. The real Natasha Petrov died in a raid when she was ten. I took her name, her history, every little detail of her life the Tribunal could dig up. They knew you would be desperate for family once you found out Lorenzo was not your father. They knew you would welcome anyone who shared your blood, no qu

Alexei's eyes in the mirror, flat and still and giving away absolutely nothing. She stopped walking without meaning to. Something landed on her. A word. A small simple impossible word that had no right to exist. She stood completely still in the middle of the parking lot. Behind her she heard Alexei's door open and close. "Nat?" She turned around. Alexei was standing beside the car looking at her. And he had just called her Nat. Not Natasha. Not Miss Rossi. Nat. The only name that only those at the orphanage knows her with no one had called her that except from the weird email message that called her NAT, No one knew called her as NAT . She stared at hi

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

He adjusted my arm gently into a comfortable position. “Natasha Sarkov. A Russian mafia princess. Her father, Dimitri Sarkov, was killed eleven—ten—years ago. Alongside Meng Shen, He was the biggest rival to the Shadow Knight organization. You said your grandfather asked you to eliminate your biggest rival before you could take over—it must’ve been him. But the interesting question is, what were you doing sleeping with his daughter?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re right about all of that. And no, I didn’t deceive her. She was just that—one night. She knew who I was. I didn’t.”

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

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

"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.

She glared at him with anger. Easton knew what exactly she was thinking. "I didn’t know," he explained. "I just recently learned about it. We are happy that you are still alive." "Erin, dear." Victor moved in closer to hug her. Natasha held up her hand to stop him. "No, don't get any closer." Her voice was breaking. "I don’t want to keep any connection with you and the Cobbs. I am not Erin. I am Natasha Moore." Her voice became firm at the last sentence, and her expression was stern.

With that, he stood up from where he was sitting and exited the place. Whatever. I kind of mingled with the crowd, and I noticed Tasi. But before I could scream her name, she motioned me over, which I did without wasting time. “Hey guys, this is Natalya. She’s my roomie and the first tier champion, yeah,” she said with pride. I mean, who wouldn’t be proud of me, not after I almost got my ass whipped out there. We stayed there for a while, and the trumpet sounded again.