Romanoff Natasha Novels & Stories

“When she walked in.” “I gathered.” “And of being a stalker.” “I got that too.” “Dad.” My voice comes out very flat. “I’m just filling in the gaps.” He straightens up, setting his mug down, and moves toward us with the expression he gets when something is about to become official. “Roman, thi is my daughter, Natalia.” “Natalia.” He looks at me. Then at the man beside me. “This is Roman Volkov.” Roman… He looks back at me with absolutely no readable expression whatsoever.

"president Chester? To what do I owe the call?" I smirked. "I think it’s time we have a talk about one of your models " --- ALEXANDRIA POV I tossed the latest headlines onto my desk, my stomach twisting. "Miss Natasha Romanoff Speaks Out: ‘I Was the Real Victim.’" "Ms. Alexander’s Lies Exposed?" "A Billionaire’s Wife’s Web of Deceit—Who’s Really Telling the Truth?" Every single article twisted the truth in Natasha’s favor. She wasn’t just trying to clear her name—she was trying to ruin mine.

she replied. "It's okay, I like some company. I'm not interrupting anyone, am I?" Natasha sat down next to her with a friendly, bright smile. "You're Evelyn Nolan, aren't you? I know you—you're part of the famous Nolan family, right? You're pretty popular." Seeing how the girl was not prideful or a bore, Evelyn put up the act of a down-to-earth rich lady. "You flatter me." Natasha lightly clinked her wine glass with Evelyn's, complimenting her even more. "Don't be so humble. I'm Natasha Bolton, by the way."

She’s here for something bigger. Or someone. I don’t think twice before I launch myself at her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. The force of it shakes the stones, but she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she grins up at me, her lips curling like she’s enjoying the show. “You’re going to pay for what you did to my kind,” I growl, my grip tightening. “For what you did to Zane.” Natasha doesn’t fight back. Her cold eyes lock onto mine, and she lets out a low, taunting laugh. “Your kind? Oh, Orion, you really don’t understand, do you?”

"Another lecture about finding a mate?" Kael's expression turned apologetic. That answer was enough. Natasha clenched her jaw. She was one of the strongest warriors in the pack. She led patrols. Trained recruits. Had fought rogues twice her size and walked away victorious. None of that seemed to matter. To most wolves, she wasn't a warrior. She was simply an unmated female running out of time. The blast of a horn echoed from the main gate. Conversation died instantly. Every head turned.

Everything was slowly changing in her life and she was finding it hard to embrace the change. Natasha was the mother of Darya's boyfriend, Roy. Roy had offered his home to Nadia for the sake of Nadia because they were in love with each other. Roy was seventeen and Darya was sixteen. Natasha agreed to help out Nadia after hearing only a brief about her story.

Natasha's high heels came crashing down on my lab documentation. She jabbed a finger in my face, hurling insults like I was the one who wrecked their marriage. "You shameless woman, Rhea! Gavin is my husband! What gives you the right to even talk to him?" And Gavin? He just stood there, silent and stone-faced. He didn't say a word for my sake. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Natasha's shoulders, standing tall as her strongest support.

"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.

Damn, why am I so nervous right now? I am Alexander Montilva and I never experienced getting nervous even though I am with an important meeting with my investors to seal a partnership. “Dada!” “What is the meaning of this, Alex?” Natasha asked me with a confused look the moment I approached her. She is holding our daughter’s hand while they are both standing in front of me right now. “Natasha, the mother of my child and will be the only mother of my future children. I am here in front of you now to declare my love and territory."

"you're still alive, " I said with a smile, and I really felt that I'm back to who I was before, the strong, bad girl. "you are still my wife, " Jake said and grabbed my arm and squeezed. I released my arm from his grip and said "no Jake, Natasha Andrews is your wife and I'm Natalie Salvator," "How did you turn Roman on me, " Jake asked. "Detka," I said baby in Russia and continued "Roman wasn't even with you, "