Novel & Cerita Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Writer’s POV:- As Hunter returned to the hospital room after speaking with Daniel, he saw Natasha sitting up, rubbing her swollen eyes. Despite her efforts, her appearance was one of exhaustion and emotional turmoil. He smiled gently at her and walked over, greeting her with a soft “Good morning.” Natasha responded with a slow nod, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “Morning.” Seeing her like this, Hunter’s heart clenched with concern. He glanced briefly at the still-unconscious Jenny before turning his full attention to Natasha. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.

He’s doing this with Scarlett, not Vivienne, and isn’t it wonderful that I do not feel a speck of shame to be with him this way? I am standing here, barefoot, a fully grown woman with her nipples out and her hair tousled, her lips swollen from so much kissing and her whole picture giving the notion of a lust-inspired hookup, and yet I do not feel ashamed. “Can I suck you off Alpha Roman?” Roman’s eyes light up with desire and I imagine how it must be for him. His balls tight and heavy, his cock hot and hard, just waiting for the moment he gets to thrust into a warm wet hole and fuck me six ways to Sunday, but having to hold back every time because I’m not yet totally his in the true sense of

I want to know everything about her; explore her body and the taste of her on my tongue. Despite her beauty, there is one thing that intrigues and confuses me: Natalie has a commanding presence that is much stronger than Elle’s. She’s an omega, and her parents are warriors. Subordinate strong warriors. I guess we’ll find out why soon enough. I wanted Natalie more than any other she-wolf, and this school year I’ve decided to make her mine. I checked I*******m, and as I expected, her account is private. You can only see her profile picture, which was a set of earbuds on top of a book in black and white. This girl is intriguing. I wanted to know her so badly– all of her.

Natasha's high heels came crashing down on my lab documentation. She jabbed a finger in my face, hurling insults like I was the one who wrecked their marriage. "You shameless woman, Rhea! Gavin is my husband! What gives you the right to even talk to him?" And Gavin? He just stood there, silent and stone-faced. He didn't say a word for my sake. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Natasha's shoulders, standing tall as her strongest support.

What the fuck is wrong with her? "Do you understand that I've waited thirteen years for this moment, Natasha?" Well, her tone really shows how much she hates me. She pronounced my name as if it was a freakin' curse. "How many years I waited just to see this hideous expression on your face? And you know what? It was worthy. It couldn't have been better. I dare to say that it's the most satisfying feeling I've ever felt in my life. This sorrow, sadness, deception, and hatred on your face Natasha... oh, my dear, It's what I'd wished to see my whole life. Thank you, for this last gift," Goddess, I want to punch her face so bad. "And for you to see how good I am, I'll even give you something in r

She was wearing pajamas and a cardigan, her hair loose around her shoulders. "You scared me," I said, pressing a hand to my racing heart. "Sorry," Natasha said, not looking particularly sorry. "I've been up for hours. Jet lag from all the moving around, I think. Or just... everything." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Join me?" I sat down, tucking my legs underneath me. "What are you reading?" Natasha held up the book so I could see the spine. The Count of Monte Cristo. "Seemed appropriate. A story about revenge and redemption and whether the two can ever really coexist."

She was about to close it when a strange ominous feeling began to creep up behind her and for a very slight moment, this summoned a memory of a certain similar feeling she had only felt back when she was. “Look for me in hell.” Rattled, Natasha quickly turned round after somebody whispered in her ear. “Whoa, did I startle you?” It was Xander, grinning smugly at her. “Really,” responded Natasha, raising an eyebrow, “now you're quoting lines from the book?” “What’s the point of reading stuff if you can't apply shit?” Natasha found herself smiling before turning back to shut her locker. “Speaking of reading,” added Xander, this time moving closer to Natasha and almost obscuring her from shuttin

she stammers, her voice barely audible. "Only one person may visit at a time," the doctor says cautiously, clearly aware of the circumstances surrounding Daniel's injuries. "Natasha should go first," I suggest, placing a hand on her arm. She nods shakily, steadying herself before following the doctor towards Daniel's guarded room. My heart races, not only for her but also for what we might learn from Daniel. The truth feels so close, yet still shrouded in darkness. - *Noland's POV* I watch as Natasha tries to hold back her tears, her anticipation palpable. She clutches at the sleeve of her designer blouse. The weight of her emotions is almost suffocating, and I can't help but feel a surge of

Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her. "Still," he commands, when her body stirs even in sleep. We see it. Natalia is struggling. Not with her body—but with her soul. She resists. It’s not submission in her… it’s power. Instinct. When his hand travels down her thigh, a small whimper escapes her lips. Barely a whisper. "No… please… please…" Roman freezes. He pulls back. Carefully, he lays her down again. His expression has changed.

"I'm sorry for what I said but you can't blame me because I didn't know any of what you just said. Please talk to me. Open up to me." He bit his lips as if he was trying to control his emotions. "It all happened thirteen years ago." He mumbled. I calmly hold his hand. "What happened thirteen years ago?" I asked. He took a deep breath before talking again. "Everything. My doom, my downfall, my calamities. I had this girlfriend back then, her name was Natasha Romanoff. She was just two years older than Alanna. She was best friends with Alanna. Her father Eugene was our driver. Alanna has just confessed that she had a crush on Ivor back then because Ivor's father was our family doctor. He and m