Natasha Romanoff Quotes Novels & Stories

Natasha looked at Yvonne with hatred and said, "Yvonne Harington, you coward. I won't spare you when I get back to M Country." Yvonne clapped her hands to give a signal to the security guards outside of the room, "Bring her down and take good care of her. Don't let anything happen to her." "Yvonne, what are you doing?" Natasha asked furiously as she saw the two men approaching her. "Natasha, I just want to tell you that I have always treated you as my real sister, whether you believe it or not. However, you are too impulsive and dumb, so I am sorry that I can't keep you by my side anymore."

She turns back to what she is doing, moving to the ice maker on the refrigerator and topping up her drink noisily. “It’s never good to be out alone in this city when you’re female, Sophie. I know you’re a headstrong and feisty girl, but anything could have happened to you. You really need to be more careful. People love you and just want you home and safe.” Natasha has the nerve to try and lecture me, even if she is delivering it with a soft wispy voice and fake adoring eyes. I never understood why she even bothers to act like she likes me. It’s pathetic.

"Did you not hear the 'we' in the statement I just made? " "Wasn't a statement, Destiny. It was a question. " Another voice piped in. This one, belonging to a girl. "You would know the difference if you ever paid attention to a single thing that's said in English class. Just like you're not paying attention right now. " It was Natasha, the queen of sarcasm. A vibrant, quick-witted girl who had a smart-ass reply at the tip of her tongue, always ready to launch. I envied her the talent.

“…What?” “No matter how strong Marcus is, no matter how safe he makes you feel… don’t let him become the reason you do anything. Do this for yourself. Not for him. Not for me. Not for revenge. Do it because you deserve your life back.” My chest tightens. My throat burns. “I am,” I whisper. “I promise.” Before either of us can say another word, the back door opens and Natasha steps out, carrying two glasses of juice. “Everything alright?” she asks cheerfully.

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

Anger flashed across her face, and she was about to explode when Stanley's call came in, breaking the tense atmosphere. I answered and put it on speaker, and his upbeat voice rang out. "Nattie, are you there? You left your necklace on my bed. Do you want me to drop it off tomorrow?" A sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. Natasha's face immediately tensed up in panic as she rushed to explain, "I went out drinking with him. I just crashed on his bed for a bit, nothing happened—" "Cut ties with him," I said softly, wanting to give her one last chance.

"We can talk about anything, and I'll always be here to support you." "Thank you," said Natalia. "I appreciate that. I just don't know how to move forward without Anthonio, and I don't want to have problems with you Natalia” Natasha said, "It's okay to feel lost and unsure," said Natasha. "But I know that you're strong, and you'll get through this. You don't need Anthonio to be happy and fulfilled."

she asked, genuine now. Natasha considered the question, surprising herself with the honesty of the answer. “Because I helped build the armor he wears,” she said. “And because I know how lonely it is inside it.” They stood a moment in a truce neither trusted. From the doorway, Delphine’s voice cut the quiet. “You lost, or just bored?” Natasha turned, let the jab slide. “Neither. Leaving.” She glanced back at Ava. “You’ll be hearing from investors who want to ‘help.’ Say no to the ones who spell help with an asterisk.”

My leg is broken and it hurts. - Let's clear this up with you, dear: firstly, for you, schmuck, I am no longer Natasha, but Natalya Andreevna; secondly, you don’t roll out your tantrums to me and don’t even show your mind that something hurts there; thirdly, I was joking with you when the nerd gave you a zadrot, but I see you don’t understand a good relationship. You just forget about it and become impudent. So yes? - No, well, Natasha, enough already, get off me ...

"Do I even need to look down on ants? I'm just speaking the truth!" Dylan was furious. "Fine! Then I, Dylan Garner of Jayrodale, will have the audacity to challenge you." Gordon waved dismissively with one hand. "Forget it. If you step up, you'll just end up crippled. Wouldn't it be better to stay down and enjoy life?" Natasha sneered. "For someone your age, you sure talk big without fear of biting your tongue." "Let me, Natasha Vostokoff, have the honor of learning from you."