Natasha X Steve Novels & Stories

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

Hearing him say those words, her cheeks flutter red for reasons she couldn't comprehend as she playfully pinch him. Natash arrived at the office the next day wearing a red halter neck top and a black slit skirt, they were tight on her body and presented her cleavage in the right way. Natash is wearing a gold wrist watch and a gold necklace, today she applied a very light makeup that could barely be seen. Walking into the conference Hall, her four most trusted men were waiting for her. Robert who she met first and the hands behind the computer, Derrick the brain of the company, she had met Derrick when she still had nothing, he was robbed and beaten and was at the point of death when Natash f

A frown took over Xavier's face as he assessed Ethan's actions, while the latter pulled out his cellphone from his pocket, after a few moments; hurt, pain and love flickered in Ethan's eyes while looking at the phone's screen. Xavier grew impatient, "What is it?!" He growled as his eyes grew red and his body started to shiver in anger. Gritting his teeths, Ethan stepped forward briskly and shoved his phone in Xavier's face, showing the picture of Natasha Ramirez, "Remember? High School? Ring any bell?" Asked Ethan. Furrowing his eyebrows, Xavier looked at Natasha's picture, saying, "Fucking yes! Now what?!"

the girl answered weakly and Steven felt his blood boiling over this Natasha. “Who is this Natasha, Sean?” he asked, surprisingly, his voice had gone down a few degrees and Sean noticed and was even surprised why he would be that angry. “She is Eric's mate. I guess now that Aliyah is out of her league she has found a new interest. Don’t worry, I will talk to her.” “No, I will talk to her,” Steven stood up to walk away but Sean stopped him. “Hey,” he glanced at Vanessa behind him, wondering why Steven would be so worked up about her business but he still said to him, “let me handle it. She is the Beta’s mate now and it would be wrong if you are rude to her.”

Steve stared at the locator, his eyes narrowing at it in suspicion. Steve pulled out his phone, typed a few lines, and sent it. *************************** “Anna, is that you?” Nat asked as Anna walked up to them. "Who else? It is Anna," Clayton muttered, grinning. “Of course it is me, who else? My twin?” Anna teased. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” Nat gushed in awe. “Thank you; you look amazing yourself,” Anna stated. Nat had on black pants paired together with a beige peplum top, which clung to her perfectly.

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

More of Steve’s men filed into the room, dragging Dillion and Kasey behind them, bruised and beaten. My heart sank even further when one of the men grabbed Nat, dragging her forward with rough hands. She struggled, but there was nothing she could do. The man shoved her to the ground in front of Steve. And then Steve’s cold voice rang out, clear and unforgiving. “Get up,” he ordered Nat, his eyes locked on her. “Come here.” Nat stumbled to her feet, fear flashing in her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound. My heart ached seeing her like this—broken, scared. She didn’t deserve any of this.

Natasha chuckled softly and replied, "Hahaha... Rex is actually my buddy. He's a very close friend of mine, more like a brother. No romantic attachment whatsoever." "I see... we hope you find a partner, not a business partner you know," Valerie clarified. Bashfully, Natasha responded, "Yes, exactly. Hopefully, when the time is right, I'll meet someone who complements my life. But for now, I'm embracing my singlehood." She concluded with laughter. As the show ended, Natasha was surrounded by her bodyguards, preparing to head to another meeting. The press eagerly approached her for questioning, but her men shielded her until she decided to address them.

Natasha Bates did not get home until two in the morning, and the dinner I had made had gone completely cold. She had just finished meeting up with her guy best friend, Stanley Rogers, and even posted on social media. [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] She did it on purpose. She knew I had her notifications turned on, so I got the notification the moment she uploaded something. She watched me silently clear away the cold food and said indifferently, "I already told you I wasn't coming home. What's with that expression?"

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”