Novel & Cerita Romanoff Natasha

Natasha POV “Control it, Natasha. Focus on your senses. Channel the anger, and rage you feel into your transformation,” I could hear Raul’s deep voice direct me. I was in my subconscious, trying to shift into my wolf form. We have been practicing this for days now. It wasn’t the easiest of tasks, seeing as I could only let out barks, rather than howls, and my claws barely popped. I tried to follow his instructions, focusing my inner energies as he usually would tell me. Nothing. It wasn’t working.

“She's Vera. Vera Ivanov.” A gasp exploded beside me and I rolled my eyes, sighing in regret. Luca was such a bitch. “You're Vera Ivanov?” Nate spluttered. “What the hell?!” “I go by Natasha now,” He scrunched up his face in confusion. “Why? You're a legend! Everyone in the mafia world has heard about you. You've killed over two hundred people! That's amazing!” I winced at the reminder and shook my head. “My sister doubts that though,”

The cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists as the private jet’s door slammed open in the snowy Siberian night. Rough hands dragged me down the stairs and threw me onto my knees in the snow in front of a towering dacha lit by floodlights. A tall, stunning woman in a black fur coat and blood-red dress stepped forward, her icy blue eyes scanning my naked, shivering body. “Finally,” she said in a thick Russian accent. “The famous shared whore from the Asians and the cartels. I am Natalia Volkov, Blood Princess of Bratva. You now belong to the Volkov family.”

My voice was smooth, filled with love and reassurance just like a mother comforting her child. "Nate killed Alpha Owen last night." "What? Is he alright?" "No, he is dead! This is good El, one step closer." "I meant Nate dimwit." I smacked his back as we still held each other in a hug. I rested my head on his chest melting into his safe embrace around me. I knew he would protect me with his life. "Nate is fine, it's Nate. His wolf is more present lately though. He needs his mate." "Tonight all will be out in the open. No more secrets or hiding." I spoke, caressing my finger tips in his hair. I could feel his heart needing this to be true.

To Elena, the hood jacket which was tight around her chest, the tight-fitting leather pants which stressed her heavily curved hips, and the long slimly built legs were deliberate temptations to the Catholic man. “Would you exercise a little more patience, Mister,” she said in a voice that conveyed much authority to the old man, who on sighting her, had pushed past Natasha, rushing up to her, and inquiring about his wife. Natasha, a woman of high status and power, perceived with admiration; the air of confidence and authority wielded by this woman, who Natasha was certain was the chief physician of the hospital. Natasha always felt a sense of connection when she saw women in positions of powe

I was about to deliver the final blow when a small, slender wolf jumped between us, her fur a dark, shimmering grey. “Stop!” she cried, her voice trembling yet firm, her eyes pleading with me. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore.” My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was Otsana, standing between us, her gaze locked onto mine, full of fear and determination. I froze, my body trembling with rage and confusion, the primal instinct to finish Ralph clawing at me from within. “Otsana, move,” I growled, my voice low and menacing, my chest heaving with each breath. “He’s not worthy of your love.”

she was visibly taken aback, her face turning pale, her hands shaking ever so slightly. He then nodded at Stefan, and the latter didn’t waste a second, and went to Rose, ready to remove her blindfold, but also her binds. “Don’t come near her!” Natasha yelled, seemingly on the edge of despair or a mental breakdown. “Shut up!” Roman growled at her, his gun still pointed at Natasha’s head. “Put that fuc*king tool away.” “She took you away!” Natasha dropped the hot iron as if she had been scalded. “You were meant to be mine. I was meant to be your queen, and no one else!”

What she didn't realize was that it was Natalie who collided with her. Seeing her she immediately froze. She had seen him earlier with Niles. Regina once tried to lure Niles too but it didn't work. So when she saw a girl with him it gained her curiosity. Natalie didn't come out in public before as Dimitri’s daughter which was why some people still didn't know her. That was another one of Natalie’s reasons to come here tonight. Niles made sure to introduce her among some important businessmen as Dimitri's daughter and the leader of the Ivanov gang in the present time. One look at her and she had earned all their respect. She was a truly strong woman from the way she talked and put people in t

I take a deep breath, and I focus all of my energy on defeating Raphael. Raphael grabs me by the arm, pulling me down to the ground. He lands blow after blow, each one more powerful than the last. I try to fight back, but I can feel my strength fading. I glance over to where Natasha is standing, and I can see that she's crying. She's beautiful, even in her distress, and I feel a surge of emotion.

I replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.