Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

Natasha Romanoff had crossed too many lines, and this time, there would be no redemption. --- ALEXANDRIA POV The next morning, my phone buzzed with a notification. Breaking News: The Moscow B-rated model, Miss Natasha Romanoff, Arrested for Conspiracy to Commit Assault. My breath caught in my throat. She had actually tried to come after me. Again. But this time, she failed. I sat back, placing a protective hand over my stomach. For the first time in a long time, I felt… safe. And as I stared at the headline, I realized something else. Natasha was finally out of our lives. And Chester, … He was still waiting for my answer.

Natasha stated seductively before hanging up. Natasha Sinclair is just like me. She is also an original vampire. There are four of us - Hendrick Marcus, Steven Mitchell, Natasha and me. We separated many years ago. Natasha was the only one who keeps tabs on us and keeps us all connected. She is a devious seductress. But this was the first time she called me about a problem that she had trouble solving. She always finds her way. I was about to drink the blood I reheated when I heard Patricia screaming I immediately run to her room. She was screaming covered with sweat.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

she told me Whitney followed her and rest her head on her lap. Seems safe here. She's smarter than I thought. "Natasha... Oh I remember her. " The firewoods crackles as the darkness shrouded the forest outside. Fireflies freely roam, lighting the paths, crickets sing and the moon shines brightly. "Sam, the only people you can trust besides us, is Natasha. She's not a hybrid. She was the immortals's spy. She is to guard the alpha of the Colossal." "I doubt that, mom. She was scared of Pietro"

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.

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

It makes sense now; Natasha bears a striking resemblance to her mother. “You think you hate my mom more than I do? If you're trying to provoke me, it won't work. Let's not change the subject here; your wife,” Natasha emphasizes, “asked me to help her train, and I can't say no. She's a real treasure, you know? She's the first Luna I've met who actually wants to prove herself instead of just lounging around in luxury.” Dane's gaze meets mine, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

’ She commanded when her own Capos drew their guns, ‘But stay on high alert’ The six men walked through the door and then four stood back while two of them walked forward, ‘ I am Aleksandr Murchekov, Leader of the Russian Bratva, and I would like to know why you have set up in my territory’ He directed his speech at Luca her number two and he smiled every one made that mistake, they seriously underestimated Natasha, and she walked forward now from behind him. She was dressed in a fitted deep green Dior trouser suit and black Jimmy Choo heels that made her legs go on forever. Her hair was tossed over one shoulder and her eyes glittered she looked stunning, it had taken her five minutes to thr

"you're still alive, " I said with a smile, and I really felt that I'm back to who I was before, the strong, bad girl. "you are still my wife, " Jake said and grabbed my arm and squeezed. I released my arm from his grip and said "no Jake, Natasha Andrews is your wife and I'm Natalie Salvator," "How did you turn Roman on me, " Jake asked. "Detka," I said baby in Russia and continued "Roman wasn't even with you, "

“Who’s a good boy that deserves his treat?” The awful wolf who whistled at me chuckles. “I’ve been a good boy,” he leers. “You can come in here, sweetheart.” "Oh, really?" Her delightful rose-scented fragrance fills the musty air as her footsteps draw nearer. "And what about you? They claim you’re an alpha. Is that accurate? I’ve always wanted to be with an alpha." I glance back over my shoulder. A beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair leans against the bars of the alpha’s cell. Her lips are a vivid red, and her cheeks are flushed. A dark cloak drapes over one shoulder, exposing the fact that she’s not wearing anything beneath it.