Natasha Romanoff The Black Widow Novels & Stories

—Blue eyes, wavy black hair, medium build, not very tall—maybe 5'4". Her voice was deep, cold, and calculated. —Anything else? —She got a call. It was from her prenatal clinic. Someone was reminding her… That’s all I know. —Bastien pulled out his gun and shot him in the head. The others stared in terror. —I want their phones. —Joel brought a box full of devices. —Take your phones and post on the dark web that the contract offered by “The Black Widow” is against Bastien De Filippi, and let these be your last words: if anyone accepts her job, they will be tortured to death.

The fat boss answered hurriedly, "Of course, she broke my leg." The woman in red said, "How about that? Black Widow? My guess was right. They just left." Black Widow asked again, "How about the good-looking guy with the kid?" The woman smiled and said, "Why do you care? Just go after our targets. He's just a gigolo boy; I'll suck him up if I find him good-looking, or kill him if I don't." One-eye Dragon said, "Looks like they haven't gone far. Let's hurry up to catch up with them."

I replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.

The darkness in her voice matched the void that had been growing in my own soul since Summer fled with Felix—a void that had only expanded when news reached me of my son's death. "And do you have a plan for achieving this vengeance?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "Alexander Blackwood isn't easily outsmarted." Natalia's smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth in a predatory grin. "As a matter of fact, I do. I have information about their upcoming binding ceremony. A vulnerability we can exploit. But I'll need your help—and the resources of your pack—to make it work." I should have been suspicious. Should have questioned why she'd come to me instead of some other Alpha with a grudge

“Some people fall in love slowly. Others fall in love while walking toward death.” ⸻ The old chapel stood silent beneath the storm. Rainwater dripped through the cracked ceiling. No one moved. No one even breathed. Alessio De Luca’s cold grey eyes remained fixed on the old woman standing beside Seraphina. The air itself seemed frozen. Finally, he spoke. “So…” “…the Black Widow is still alive.” The old woman’s wrinkled face remained calm.

The air turned to ice. "Black Widow" was the one word you never said. Rumors flew after my father’s death. That she was a curse. A woman who brought death to her own husband. It was the one scar that never healed. The one line nobody crossed. Marco was still laughing like a maniac. "You killed your husband! You're the reason the Valenti men are all dead! And you'll kill your daughter, too! You're a praying mantis who devours her own—"

Her cheeks were rosy, and she had the allure of a woman in full bloom. Back in my younger days, I used to think that getting a young girl was the ultimate prize. However, it was not until I had been with a married woman that I realized what I had been missing. Vonn was blushing and bashful, but she seemed even more eager than me underneath it all. Her eyes sparkled with a hungry glint, like a wolf that had not eaten in ages, and before I knew it, she had me pinned down on the bed. People said a woman hit her stride at thirty and would be as fierce as a wolf, and by forty, she would be as bold as a tiger. Vonn was right in the prime of that age.

“How dare you talk big even in the face of death?!” Shauna scoffed and took a step forward. “Kid, are you the one who killed my son, Huey?” “You’re right. I killed that good-for-nothing,” Chase replied indifferently. Shauna was so furious that she wanted to chop him into pieces. “Do you even know who I am? How dare you kill my son?” “Listen up, she’s my ex-wife and she’s known as Black Widow in the Golden Triangle,” John announced proudly.

Diana thought to herself, "Damn it. All that worrying for nothing." While the two were cozily leaning on each other, they suddenly felt a sharp gaze upon them. Diana instinctively turned her head and saw the "Black Widow" standing not far away, looking in their direction. Though she stood at a distance and wore a helmet, obscuring her face, Diana had an instinctual feeling that the look in her eyes was far from friendly. Seeing Diana looking at her, the "Black Widow" suddenly extended her hand and slowly raised her pinky finger.

That would be my brand. She closed her eyes the moment she was spent, but I commanded her to look at me. And that look—it was my death. I came so hard that I must have come for the entire Black Moon pack. I slumped beside her and tucked her close to me. Mine. Every touch sent shivers down my body. I buried my head in her hair, inhaled her smell of orange blossoms and sweet spices and my nerves calmed. I kissed her temple. “What’s your full name, Natasha?” I asked, stroking her beautiful back. I was surely going to make more love to her tonight.