Natasha Romanoff Winter Soldier Novels & Stories

The realization hit like a blow—Natasha, the stripper, was the King of War’s twin sister. “Sister, you feeling better? Let’s get out of here,” Nero said, his voice steady. Natasha pushed herself up, her limbs shaky but driven by disbelief and relief. She threw her arms around him, hugging him fiercely, tears wetting his shirt. She glanced at the bald man and Eddy, their heads still bowed, groveling in terror.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

“Come on, aren’t we doing rehab?” In the rehabilitation room, Belinda struggled forward while gripping the parallel bars. Vivian sat nearby, scrolling on her phone without even looking up. “You got this, Belinda.” “Come over here and support me!” Belinda panted. Vivian pouted and reluctantly walked over. The moment Belinda’s hand rested on her shoulder, Vivian cried out dramatically, “You’re digging your nails into me!” “What a princess!” Belinda shoved her away. “Wendy…”

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.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

Daughter of the werewolf king Volkan Knight and the summoner of death Thora Valentine. . . . . . Stay tuned! Book 1 To be continued. More chapters to go.......

I asked directly. Marissa froze, then held the flowers out to me. "I heard Nora ranked first in her department this semester. "I... I brought her flowers." She'd never been this humble in front of Nora and me. When I didn't speak, she took a box from her pocket. "This is a belated birthday gift for Nora." I didn't take the box. I only looked at the scarf around her neck. It was the gift Nora had meant to give her before we left. After seeing Kyle, Nora had thrown it away.

"Connor! You! You actually betrayed me! You sold your body for orders!" Ryan spoke in a strange, sarcastic tone as if he had suddenly understood everything. "No wonder you could sign so many major deals at once and beat every one of us. "Heh, Connor, I didn't expect you to be this disgusting." Their thought process nearly made me laugh from anger. My sister's face turned cold. She spoke lightly to Chairman Wallace. "Chairman Wallace, your subordinates don't seem very bright." The chairman was not stupid. His gaze moved between my sister's features and mine, and he immediately put on a nearly fawning smile.

Her dark hair spread out across the pillow, and for a moment, I let myself just watch her. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I certainly didn’t expect this feeling—the one that clawed at my chest, something almost... soft. I was Viktor Romanov, the boss of this empire. I had learned long ago to guard every part of myself. My emotions, my thoughts, everything was locked away behind walls that no one could break through. But now, lying beside Anya, those walls were beginning to crack. I watched her for a moment longer, my gaze lingering on her features. There was something about the way she looked in the morning light—so peaceful, so unaware of the storm that always swirled inside me.