Natasha X Bucky Novels & Stories

Stepping into the ring, Edda looked at her opponent. "I'm Natasha Bryant, a Blue Feather Sect outer disciple." Natasha smiled at Edda and drew the longsword from the sheath. The flame-like lines on the sword's body were like scalding molten lava, and everyone present could feel the scorching temperature even though they were far apart.

Natasha smiled sinisterly, "Don't you know how to shift the blame? Let me give you an example. If Bellamy thinks that Sean is the one who kills Stella, won't you be killing two birds with one stone?" Samuel was surprised at her brazen suggestion. It sent chills down his spine. "Who are you? Why would you help me?" "All you need to remember is that I am on your side," Natasha pushed open the window and jumped out. She disappeared right in front of Samuel. In B Country. Bellamy did not stop until he returned to the base. Stella stood at the door, and she hugged him happily when he arrived. Bellamy returned the hug. The two looked at each other and smiled.

No one seemed to notice them in that moment as everyone else was either back to digging on dal bhat or pairing up with their appropriate dance partners. “I just realized something,” Lucas whispered. “What?” “That this is the first time we've done this,” Lucas said plainly to which Natasha evenly replied, “Oh yeah. . .” That funny feeling in Natasha's stomach had returned, just like back at the river bank. Frankly speaking, this was the closest Natasha had ever been with Lucas, considering their three-year platonic friendship that begun in their second year at North Atlanta High. Everyone had kept on blabbering how they would be perfect together, especially her best friend, Cassie and at one

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she

I'm Natasha White"Natasha introduced herself,getting annoyed at Luca who was doing so well in making her a potential threat to other dangerous men here. Does he know what he's doing? Getting angry at whoever talks about her would only make her a bait used in getting him. Why is he such a powerful man if he couldn't think of playing smart in this type of situation. "Nice to meet you sweetheart,I'm Antonio Black,meet my fianceè,Aurora kings"He said smiling widely when he saw Luca tightened his fist when the woman he brought with him spoked up for herself despite the fact that he didn't want her identity to be exposed.

In other words, Asher was Becky’s opposite in almost every way. “Yep,” Natasha confirmed with a laugh. “She thinks this may be her opportunity to finally pop his cherry.” “I don’t think that saying works for males, Nat,” Maya pointed out. “Oh, who cares,” Natasha replied while rolling her eyes. “All that matters is that Becky wants to stay and be the only one that is available to… serve… Asher and the other warriors. And that means that you, my dear Piper, can come with us.” Memories of some of the parties I went to with Xander flashed through my mind. I wondered whether Xander went to them without me, and if Blue Ridge still hosted any…. assuming it still existed. I shook my head, tryi

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.

"I think I need some air first." "Of course. See you soon!" She gave me quick hug before scurrying over to Nathan. He embraced her warmly, laughing at something she said. I slipped away to the balcony, breathing deeply as I gazed out over the twinkling city skyline. The night air chilled the heat from the alcohol, bringing welcome clarity. Lean, manicured hands gripped the balcony beside me. I tensed, bracing myself. "Well, if it isn't the Alpha's little charity case," a voice sneered. I turned to see Brittany, a slender blonde werewolf with icy blue eyes and a permanent scowl in my presence.

That smile made something inside her chest break. Then the doors opened. Cold night air rushed inside the club. And Sofia stepped into the world of the man who had just bought her. Alexei Volkov.

“It is splendid! Thanks for asking.” Then he motions to the woman who has been standing behind them. “You ask for Natasha, don’t you? Well, here she is. Her health isn’t too good due to the recent cold, and she is admitted into the hospital. But the moment she hears you would like to meet her, she doesn’t hesitate to come.” He motions forward with his hand. “Natasha, meet Anax of the South. Alpha Jermaine Honnold.” Jermaine’s eyes go to the woman, focusing on her face.