Natasha Romanoff Quotes Novels & Stories

Natasha had gotten too close, thinking she was safe just because Rose was bound, and the latter hadn’t hesitated to show her what she was made of. Rose’s spirit was one of the very reasons why he would never tire of her. “Take one more step, and you will die tonight,” he declared matter-of-factly. Natasha didn’t move, but she didn’t drop the hot iron either. Instead, she smirked and let out in a taunting manner, “Look at the poor, dumb lamb, walking right into the trap I had carefully laid out for her. Look at her well before I ruin that pretty face of hers, Roman.”

It doesn't matter who is it. If anyone dares to say shit about her, I'll be glad to end their lives with my own two hands. My sister deserves the world. And if the world is not willing to accept her, I'll make them even if I have to kill everyone to accomplish that! ※※※※※ Present - Second Timeline ※ "…sha?" I heard Asher's voice and I felt it when his hands shook my shoulders to get me out of my thoughts zone… or should I say out of my nightmare's zone? "Natasha?" He called for me again, worried.

“Do as I say.” She ended the call and turned to the window, her reflection a pale shadow in the glass. Her father’s voice echoed in her memory—You are a Mikhail. Never lose. But William had slipped through her fingers, choosing someone who didn’t even belong in their world. Her fingernails dug into her palm. “She’ll break,” Natasha whispered to herself. “Or I’ll break her.” ---

Natasha couldn't complete her sentence as Samantha's glare shut her up so she just smirked at her in reply. "Don't you think you have started talking too much these days? Are you sure it's good for your health and peace?" Samantha asked Natasha in a mean tone. "Oh don't worry about my health and peace. I belong to the group of those people who ruin other people's health and peace. So, I know how to protect mine well." Natasha replied back sassily while smirking at Samantha while Samantha was fuming in anger.

After taking a refreshing bath, Natasha was thinking deeply about their plan and how to make it work when she started to hear her wolf's voice. 'Don't overthink things.' "You know that I can't help it. I won't be an excellent cautious doctor for nothing. When something bothers me, I have to figure out a thing or two to make things work even their a slight chance of making it successful." Natasha was being serious when she responded to her wolf while wearing decent clothing for the day.

the one who had suggested in killing me responded. “You're crazy!” One whisper-yelled. “What do you see in that man?” “Riches and the chance to be a Luna,” answered the evil plotter. “Just let her be, she'd die anyways,” one said dryly, and just then I felt darkness snatching me away.

She seems to be the only one here who doesn't care what other people say about her. "Andrei Vasilyevich and Paige Geraldovna send their warmest regards," Natasha says, and there's a genuine tone in her voice. "You remind me of her in many ways. One day, you will meet her, and I'm sure you will have many things to talk about." She leans in, whispering, "Now tell me which ones have been mean to you, and I'll go break their husbands' legs." "Remember, Maria," Sonia chimes in, "their jealous comments are a reflection of who they are. Not who you are."

The assistant was surprised to hear that Natasha was an orphan. "Don't you realize how ironic your words are? Don't you feel ashamed?" Once again, Natasha was learning how shameless Natalie could be. She didn't understand how Natalie could spout such lies without batting an eyelid. Noticing the assistant, Natalie smiled. "Why should I? I think you should feel more ashamed than me. Well, you shouldn't be afraid of what others might say if you're brave enough to do such things."

“I mean, sometimes I feel like I'm in over my head.” “That's normal,” Natasha waved her hands and assured me with a soft expression. “Dante has a way of sweeping people up in his intensity and natural charm.” I couldn't help but smile at that. “Can I ask you something?” I ventured, setting my glass down. “Anything, feel free.” I pressed my lips together and let out a sigh before asking, “Your mom…”

The one attacking us or the one claiming to help. "Second-guessing yourself?" Natasha asked, appearing beside me. "Constantly," I admitted. "Is that normal?" "For people with functioning consciences? Yes," Natasha said. She was quiet for a moment, then: "I spoke with Alexei and Mikhail. We want to help with the defense. We're not soldiers, but we're not helpless either. Mikhail has military training from his time in the Russian reserves. Alexei is a crack shot. Our father taught us all to shoot before..." She trailed off.