Romanoff Natasha Novels & Stories

You just never know what they might be thinking. Clearly Sean’s reticence doesn’t stem from lack of interest – he actually sounded worried when he was complaining about me going off without telling anyone. Almost as worried as Roman would sound if he knew. I’m not quite sure what to make of that. Now that Natasha doesn’t have to pretend to be a maid, she’s discarded the demure clothing and is back in combat gear, fully armed and assuming the military posture that was her wont before we came here.

He stepped to the side, crossing his arms over his chest, his grey eyes sweeping the crowd with a silent, lethal warning. Then came Natalia. A collective gasp rippled through the upper tiers. She didn’t wear the midnight gown from the day before, nor did she wear the submissive rags of an Omega. She wore a suit of flexible, dark leather armor, detailed with subtle silver runes along the collar and cuffs. Her hair was pulled back into a fierce, braided crown. She walked down the stone steps with a fluid, predatory grace that made the wolves in the audience look like clumsy cattle. She stopped three paces from the obelisk, looking Rosalind dead in the eyes.

Here are some fun facts about The Romanov Princess: -The original title of this story is My Vampire Mistress. - The short name for Anastasia in Russian would be "Nastya" or "Nastas" not Ana. And did you know the short-name for Alexandra isn't "Alex", but in Russia we would call her, "Sasha". LOL. - The two sisters only appeared as fictional characters at first, but one of my great readers suggested I make the story more historical, and that's when I realized how coincident it was that the characters really matched the real Grand Duchesses of Russia.

He read it and said, “Put Roman on the phone.” Natasha laughed wickedly. “I can’t do that. She hasn’t woken from her beauty rest.” I strode forward, placed my hands on the desk, and blurted out, “What have you done to her?” Natasha asked, “Is that Ms. Robert? Tell her, Roman is beautiful. If only she were younger . . . But she will fetch a fair price.” Natasha’s calm, musical voice angered me. I held back. Held my breath and cringed.

“So where is the real Natasha? The one who came to this pack years ago under the guise of Natasha Zorin and has been affiliated with you, Ivan, as your mate.” Dead silence. None of them speaks for a good three seconds. I can see the gears turning in their heads as they visibly struggle with the information I’ve provided. “Natasha Zorin is Natasha Gillan?” the woman speaks. “Impossible. Impossible! Yo–You’re kidding, right? Or you’ve made a mistake. Natasha is this woman.” She points at the woman they brought. “This is Natasha Zorin. She is an Omega, an orphan whose parents served Ivan’s family. After their death in an accident, and considering their commitment, the late Alpha decides to spon

She sure as hell didn’t catch mine. “Mav, what’s going on here?” Nina asked, the concern in her tone obvious to me and most likely obvious to our unwelcomed and invasive intruders. “Baby, It’s a damn shame that you waste your time on the likes of her and not your own” The she wolf remarked, eyeing Nina with a distaste. “The likes of who? In case you didn’t have a brain up there, he’s taken so I suggest you go looking elsewhere” Nina stepped forward, her stance straightening out with her head tilted up. Standing her ground and marking her territory in a human way.

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

Dalton stepped closer again. “And who gave you the right,” he continued, voice turning dangerously sharp now, “to raise your hand, your presence, or your intent against my mate?” The room went still. Completely still. Then he straightened. “You are stripped of your position as lead warrior,” he said. “Effective immediately. You will serve as Omega. You will clean. You will learn humility.” Vanessa’s face twisted instantly. “You cannot do this.” “I already have,” he replied. Her anger snapped.

She had instructed him to explore the small building's surroundings for security cameras. "Well, it looks like you've finally developed a memory. I didn't think you had it in you," Natasha said. She was mocking Natalie instead of showing any signs of panic or fear as Natalie had imagined. "Now you've learned to look for security cameras." Natasha's gaze was full of mockery. "Hey!" Natasha was clearly insulting her. Natalie clenched her fists angrily and turned to her bodyguards. "Are you done searching?" Given that Natasha was a defenseless orphan with no power nor influence, she had quite the nerve to insult Natalie.