Natasha Romanoff The Black Widow Novels & Stories

The warden pushed into the cage open and examined him. Then he raised my hand. "WINNER IS NATALYA THE NEMESIS.” Something about that name gives me strength...I just love yeah. I turned toward the crowd as my name went, Natalya!!, Natalya…oh I'm loving this stuff way too much. Back in the hallway, Tasi ran up to me. "Holy shit," she said, eyes wide. "Girl you didn't just beat him. You broke his bone's." I wiped my face with my shirt. "Next time, they'll think twice before touching me."

**** The office felt colder than usual when I walked in. Rafe followed me inside, the laptop was already open. “She doesn’t know anything,” he said. “I checked it. There was no criminal ties." I poured myself a drink. The whiskey burned into my throat going down. “Show me.” He turned the screen toward me. Her face filled the display. She didn’t look like the daughter of killers. “She’s twenty-five,” Rafe said. “With no security and no protection. She was taken briefly by loan collectors the day her husband was buried.”

She turned gracefully, her fur rippling like silk, and led the way into the building. “Vireya,” Xareth said coldly, “get me the Heartstone.” A hush fell over the clearing. Gasps echoed from the bear and the other animals, who had been going about their lives just moments before. Conversations stopped, wings stilled, even the trees seemed to recoil. “What?” the white bear said, voice trembling. “That’s impossible." I didn’t want to, but it didn’t matter. At his command, my body betrayed me. My wolf surged forward. I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear.

Wilson said as he held up his phone for her to see it. Natasha payed close attention. She didn't want to miss out on any detail. “And so, for the man you'll be stealing this flashdrive from, he goes by the name Dominic Patterson.” Natasha's body froze. Dominic, no, it can't be him. “Mrs. Natasha, is anything the problem?” Wilson asked, noticing the change in her expression. Natasha looked at him and shook her head almost immediately. She could feel Alexander's gaze on her. Natasha's palms became sweaty.

Aditya: "Who are you?" Natasha "Before knowing that, you must know who your brother is. Or shall I say, what he is?" Aditya, "I'm not understanding what you are saying?" Natasha, "He is not a human. He is half beast." Aditya "What?" Natasha, "He is a werewolf. His love interest, Maya, is a vampire. And they are raising a hybrid child. Not their child. Someone else's." Aditya was confused. He felt Natasha was not mentally stable. The more he looked at her, the more scared he became.

Zafira Nightvale POV "Your alpha husband cannot even be bothered to stand by your lonely skin at our pack tables tonight, Zafira!" Lyessa Thornbriar sneers right at my snout, her chest heaving with dense envy while her tail wags with satisfaction. "Supreme Alpha Vickon Blackwynd clearly does not care about your weak womb. You are nothing but a useless, cast-off female wolf inside the Blackwynd Moon Dominion logs!"

I pulled back slightly, looking up into his face. Christian’s eyes were wide, red, staring straight past my head at the television screen mounted on the wall. On the screen, a large, beautiful photo of Natalia was showing—a photo from last year where she was smiling softly in a simple white dress, her eyes filled with that gentle warmth she always had. [NATALIA BLACKTHORNE: CONFIRMED DEAD AT AGE 23] Christian raised his right hand—the hand holding the small plastic bag with her blackened ring—and squeezed it so hard his knuckles turned completely white.

Jocelyn I stared back at the reflection in the mirror, gazing at the beautiful woman I saw looking back at me. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the top of my head, long locks of natural blond hair curled just right hanging around my shoulders. A few strands were strategically pulled out, framing my face. My sky-blue eyes seemed more lively tonight than they had been recently. I had put more care into my make-up and could see the instant difference it made. Gone was the stone-faced businesswoman. In her place stood the shadow of the woman I once was before I became a widow. A woman who was once carefree and knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A woman who never once had to wor

Her gaze was fixed on the window, on the hungry eyes of the world outside. “You know what they’re calling you?” Ruben said finally, his voice low. She didn’t turn. “They call me many things.” “The Black Widow.” His voice caught somewhere between pride and unease. At that, her lips curved into a smile sharp, humorless. “Good. Let them fear spiders. They weave webs no one escapes.” The car stopped.

Her beauty was dazzling, and her womanly allure could light someone’s blood on fire and even arouse a monk. In each of the four corners sat a man. They exuded strong, belligerent auras, and their gazes were sharp as if they were ready to attack at any time. The woman was Lindsay, the eldest daughter of the Ludwig family. Black was her symbolic color and also the color she remained faithful to. Those who knew her called her ‘Black Widow’ in private because even though they knew she was married, they had never seen her husband— his name was the only thing they knew about him.