Natasha X Novels & Stories

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

Natasha stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at Xavier and Xavier looked back at her and for a second neither of them moved. Then he smiled. Easy and natural like she had not just caught him whispering instructions into a phone at one in the morning in the dark. "Oh, Natasha," he said. "What are you doing down here?" She walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Couldn't sleep," she said simply. She cracked the bottle open and drank. "What are you doing down here?"

The cool night air hit Natasha's face as she stepped out of the club, her heart heavy with disappointment and confusion. She briskly walked down the dimly lit street, wanting to put some distance between herself and the pulsating music that still echoed in her ears. Her phone buzzed with a message from Xavier, asking if everything was okay. Natasha replied with a brief "I'm fine" but couldn't shake the nagging feeling that lingered within her. The images of Elijah with that mysterious girl played on a loop in her mind, each repetition intensifying the ache in her chest.

Holding out her phone to obviously call whoever it was, I heard Nicholas whisper. “ Oh here she comes. I thought they would take longer than expected.” I had to wipe my eyes several times before I finally convinced myself that she was the one Xavier was talking about. Why would Jason leave such a beauty for Madelyn instead? “ Natasha, over here.” a smile lit up her face as she strolled over us, carrying her baggage. Her face looks familiar! I have seen her in the news before, and I think it had to with Jason too. “ Hi Xavier. Hello..” she waves at me and I mouthed a hello.

Alexander stands beside her with his jaw set and his hand gripping her shoulder in a pose that screams solidarity and heartbreak. Behind them are the rest of the family. Camilia’s lips pursed in feigned sorrow, my father eyes cold and unreadable, and Gregory Westfield radiating smug satisfaction. I hit play. “I…” Natasha’s voice quivers, every syllable calculated for maximum effect. “I know what everyone must think of me,” she begins, dabbing delicately at her eyes. “That I’m the villain in this story. The other woman. The home-wrecker.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air while soaking up the attention.

Natasha looked around at those pointing fingers and laughing and she felt like she was back in school. She would rather die then be the big joke again; this wasn’t going to end like this. “Garth are you there?” Natasha asked into her microphone. “I’m here it’s OK you did very well, I will get someone to get you out of there.” “No you wont I’m getting her back for that.” Natasha said trying not to clench her teeth. “Natasha you don’t have any powers yet. What are you going to do? She hit you with

Natasha stood in the middle of the room with her fire red hair ablaze. Her eyes were focused on me as Tyler sat up pulling me into his arms. “You had a mission, one mission and I see that you have failed that mission, Brianna. Your brother would be rolling in his grave if he could see you now in bed with the enemy. But this is even better than I had planned, because now Alpha Tyler knows how much you love him and I will be able to hurt him even more because of your love for him.” Natasha says and I wonder what she was planning on doing to use my love for Tyler to hurt him, but it didn’t take long for me to find out, as she raised her hand in the air and my body rose from the bed.

Once she did so, Natasha yanked out one of the earphones she had stuck to her ears. "You shout like hell every time you wear these things, Cassie." "What? I can't help it if Zeppelin's irresistible!" came the brown-skinned girl's response. Cassie Richards; Natasha's best friend ever since she set foot at North Atlanta High, just a few months ago. Natasha had met her while she was doing what she always did best; listening to music though that particular day, she was doing a sing-along with some group of kids, probably friends of hers.

My fists clench at the sides, and my lips are already moving before my wolf presses me to defend our Mate, but Natalie speaks faster than I can intervene. “Natalie Anderson. I’m covering the Titans throughout their bid for the championship game. Pleasure to meet you.” Natalie is not looking at me. Her smile is gone. Her shoulders are stiff, and she’s… “Ooh, I didn’t know they let young journalists play in adult worlds these days,” says Victoria, cold and snarky. “Natalie’s one of the most recognized journalists in the media. Her work speaks for itself,” I cut in sharply.