Natasha Romanoff The Black Widow Novels & Stories

Could I handle someone like him with that brooding, domineering presence? “Don’t move.” I instinctively held my breath as he suddenly leaned closer. “We wolves only choose one mate in a lifetime. It’s a bond of life and death. I will etch you into my memory so I never forget you.” “In that case, you should take it seriously.” With that, I pinned him down onto the bed. As expected of the black wolf lineage. They were all extremely strong and well-built. The sensation was exhilarating. “W-What are you doing?”

To leave his world forever. Forever gone, wiped so thoroughly from the face of the planet that it would seem as though she had never been here. I returned to my desk,.my chest still heaving. I picked up my phone with a steady hand. Through my contacts, I came across a name that was only a symbol—a black spider—and had no name. I listened to the single sterile ring after pressing the call button and holding the phone to my ear. On the second he replied. "Ma'am." "Activate the Red Widow," I said in a low emotionless voice. "I want her gone, quietly."

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.

Mateo was surprised. “Is Ms. Gail Leroy your spy?” Gail was an assassin who had been hiding among Huntley’s men. All the Orean underground forces knew her as the Black Widow. The woman was known to be extremely cruel. Rumor had it that she was originally a prisoner on death row, waiting to be executed. Huntley was the person who had hired someone in the system to replace Gail with another female prisoner during the execution and got her released secretly.

Carson muttered, "If Old Master Yorks’ words can be trusted, then even pigs will start flying. Who knows, the branches in front of this widow’s house might have been distributed to each and every man in the Yorks’ stronghold.” Cole started smirking like a fool. "I can’t go around ruining other innocent women’s lives, can I? She’s the perfect candidate.” "Black Widow," Carson shouted at the top of his lungs. Black Widow was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and sashayed out of the house.

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

I gasped and almost passed out, but I tried to bring myself back to consciousness. "Goodbye Alexandra Romanov," she said with a victorious smile. I bit my lips and summoned all my last strength. I clenched my teeth. She didn't expect this. Then I struck my claw into her body, breaking her chest bone. Her blood splashed on our faces. I grabbed a handful of her living flesh and ripped the heart out. Nikol's mouth flung open as she stared down at me in total shock.

Evangeline's Pov "She was holding up remarkably well." "Poor thing. So young to be a widow." "I heard she got his shares now." The whispers followed me like flies, and I let them because that’s what widows did. We floated through rooms in black dresses and let people say whatever they needed to say to make themselves feel better about death.

“If you say yes, you don’t do it blind. You read everything, document everything, and if you say no, you come to me-.” “I won’t.” “You say that now.” She hesitated, then added quietly, “He has an assistant. Rowan Cole. If anyone knows how Blackwood really operates, it’s him.” I looked up. “You know his assistant?” “Know of him,” she corrected. “He’s survived longer than anyone else. That alone makes him interesting.” She smiled faintly, something curious flickering in her eyes. " I heard he's hot too", She smirked “And dangerous in his own way.”

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes, but I wouldn’t want them to fall. “No,” I replied, firm, though my heart ached for the man I had once loved. “Not this time.” Nathaniel had broken his vow, his Alpha power a weapon against me. And yet I would not be moved, my strength a citadel he could not penetrate. “I’m not yours, Nathaniel Byrne,” I said, my voice cold as ice, unbending. “Not anymore. My loyalty is with Black Widow now.”