Scarlett Johansson As Natasha Romanoff の小説・ストーリー

"This is Simon, my Beta." Simon flashed a small smile; I returned it. Then Jaxon gestured to the woman beside him—black hair, confident posture, eyes sharp enough to cut. "And this is Natasha. Simon's mate—and my Gamma." What the hell? "Wait—hold on." I blinked. "You have a female Gamma?" Natasha chuckled, a low, smooth sound. "Pretty surprising, isn't it, ma'am?" "Oh, please don't call me ma'am," I blurted quickly. "Aurora is fine."

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.

I laughed and she joined in. “ Stepped on her toes, huh? You're never going to hear the last of it for days..” “ Oh you're right on this one, I have literally been getting a prep talk for the past several hours just because of something tha..” “ Oh my God, she's so pretty. Look at her skin!” “ Wait, is that Natasha Caspian?” “ Do you know, there are several rumours going around? Listen, you didn't hear this from me. She's said to be dating CEO Jason Black!”

came Cassie again. “I-I don't know,” responded Lucas who started shifting his head from one direction to the next before rushing towards some knocked over trash cans. “Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on?” Scott asked, shaking his head. At Carter•Labs, the two scientists were in for a shock when red lightning cut through the facility until they saw the woman in red standing right there before, carrying an unconscious Natasha in her arms. As Lucas had confirmed, it indeed was Lady Death—Diana Roberts.

“So nice to meet you finally, I have heard so much about you.” Natasha doesn’t answer and checks Sara’s tiny purse. Expressionless, she hands it to Vanya to check again. Natasha kneels in front of Sara and pats her down in her tight spandex catsuit. Sara laughs. “Careful, girl. You don’t want me to get excited. Or I’ll expect you to use your tongue.” Natasha ignores the crass jibe and hurls a subtle one of her own. “No weapons, Alfredo’s wife. Shall I call for extra security?”

Logan said. Everything was perfect until someone decided to jinx it. I saw her before I heard her. Natasha. Natasha fucking Keller! Dressed in a skimpy red bikini that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. Hair perfect. Makeup on point. She was walking toward us like she owned the sand. "Oh my god," Charlotte muttered. "You’ve got to be kidding me." "What is she doing here?" I whispered. Logan saw her, too. His expression immediately shifted. The playful glint had already vanished.

Standing behind her, one hand resting light on the top of her head, the other holding a small pistol pressed to the base of her skull, is Natasha. She is not the same girl we pulled out of the silo two days prior. The dazed, skittish act is gone, the soft, tired smile she gave Mikhail when they were reunited nowhere to be seen. Her posture is straight, confident, her finger steady on the trigger, her eyes cold and sharp as shards of glass. The lily shaped birthmark behind her ear is still there, bright against her pale skin, but now it looks like what it is. A fake. A prop. The first twist hits Mikhail so hard he staggers back half a step, his gun clattering to the floor. He stares at her li

Instead, Natasha is wearing a midnight-blue gown that turns the heavy curve of her pregnancy into a weapon. The woman who walks into the room looks powerful, untouchable. And the spine that has been bent for months is straight again. Her chin is lifted. Her eyes sweep across the room with the cold precision of a predator returning to its territory. And she isn’t alone. My wife’s hand rests comfortably on Mason Stein’s arm. My grip tightens around the glass. “Natasha.” Her name leaves my mouth sharper than I intended. She doesn’t even flinch. She smiles.

Rebecca left the room reluctantly. Ten minutes later, Yvonne opened up the cover. She saw that there was blood all over the place, but she wasn't sure whether it belonged to the snakes or Natasha. because Natasha had torn every snake apart. However, there were wounds on her hands and thighs, her clothes were all stained red. Natasha looked at Yvonne with hatred and said, "Yvonne Harington, you coward. I won't spare you when I get back to M Country."

I still don't think Caleb has clocked on to who I am, that it was me that he saw down by the canal that night they were together. Scarlett has a job to do, and I think she needs to be reminded of that. Plus, I am not letting him take her from me. She was mine first. I had to watch what I was doing, though. I had people that I had to answer to with this job. I can put the fear into Caleb, but only to a certain extent. I wanted to tell Scarlett the truth badly about him because whatever was going on in her head, she would change her mind if she knew the truth. It isn't even his real name; his real name is Logan Thomson.