Romanoff Natasha Novels & Stories

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.

Natalia waited behind, pretending to pack her bags, from the corner of her eyes, she watched and waited for Romero to be done with those that greeted and had small talks with him. “Finally.” Natalia sighed as Romero was about to leave, Wilson and Fiona packing their documents and tablets, “Romero.” She called, he didn't turn to acknowledge her, instead he was already reaching for the door. Natalia rushed to the door and stood before him, blocking his way, only then did they all see the revealing dress that Natalia wore. A small smile pulled up her lips as she saw the billionaire's eyes drop to her feet and his eyes dragged up to her face. But her smile fell as she saw his expression, a disgu

, She said looking at me. "Do his—" "No. He's kind of immune to this, you are not. Sit.", She said as I immediately did as told. She immediately took the first aid box kept on the table and started treating the wound. "Alright, now for the introductions.", Neil said as if that was the most important thing at that moment. I wondered if he actually did not feel any pain. "That is Sarah Basu. I told you about her. We lovingly call her Natasha Romanoff.", He said as Sarah smirked.

The caller id showed that it's from a woman named Natasha. Czar cursed. Natasha is a famous model in Russia. Czar introduced her to his boss. Czar was trying to make Alesso happy. But his plan didn't work so well. Alesso bedded her countless times, but he is not emotionally attached to her like he is attached with Olivia. What more, Natasha is under the illusion that Alessandro is going to marry her. "Miss Tarasova " he answered the call. He was polite, but the lady on the other side is not.

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

She asked again, furrowing her brow. "Nat. Get your ass over here! I just saw this really cute outfit that Nicholas will love. Jace is also here, and he's freaking out right now," Nova's naughty voice rang into her ears. "Oh. Shoot!" Natasha frowned deeply, before gazing back at him, twisting her cart. "I have to go now. Have a nice day, Rafael." She pushed her cart away, and he still gazed at her, because this woman had just made him feel extremely loved.

,said the man, aiming at Zane as Zane closed his eyes ********************** Inside the palace, Natalie was being escorted to the queen. She invited Natalie inside her room and closed the door. "So what did you want to talk to me about?",asked Natalie. "It's something of grave importance Natalie.....or should I say Natasha?",asked the queen Natalie immediately looked at the queen with fear in her eyes. "Yes Natasha, I know who you are",said the queen. "You are Natasha, the sister of Prince Alfred and daughter of the late king Abner of Pamlivam. You're a vampire"

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.

All I could see was a sea of red coat uniforms and black fur-caps. After they did a round of army salute, Trotsky came to the front and spoke words of greeting to the solemn soldiers. Then Trotsky turned in my direction as Krasnoff looked on. "And today, I have the honor of welcoming an important guest," he said as he opened his hand towards me and his violet eyes shone with mischief. "One of the two imperial princesses: Anastasia Romanov." As he introduced me with a wide smile, everyone looked at me in awed silence. A burst of whisperings hummed in the freezing cold air like a colony of bees.

I did tell you I enjoyed the hunt, well what could be a bigger prize than Wicknace’s favourite mistress? Now, Natasha was undeniably attractive, late twenties, very dark Russian vibes with her pale skin, long flowing black hair and vampish eyes. Tonight she wore a low-cut burgundy dress, a sparkling diamond necklace trailing all the way down her breastbone. She danced around me too. On a night like this a few months ago, his nominated arm candy selection for the evening, she had found her way to my section of the bar. Seducing the Alpha’s mistress, it was a stupid game to play but as I it felt like a win.