Steve And Natasha Fanfiction Novels & Stories

All eyes are looking at us, it's bound to be a hot gossip scene. "Thank you, David, if you could talk I would be even happier," I said, whispering in his ear while we were in the elevator. My hands wrapped around his neck. I once felt the same thing as this, being carried by a man who smelled like a pine tree. The people who carried me were 3 men, Anthony, Nick, EL and uh, Steve. But Steve's arms weren't like this. Steve has medium muscular arms and this man has bigger muscles. I want to take off his mask, I want to know who he is. What his face looks like, his lips, and the way he talks. To forget Anthony, I need a man who is truly comparable to him. But don't look like a cheap woman. Oh no

APRIL Natalie was on her third chocolate sundae when we dove back into the sore topic of my disappearance. “You turned me into a crazy talker ex,” she scooped some of the coconut shavings on my plate as she spoke, “I had to go on a date with Steve from the student council to help me get a hold on your files so that I could get your guardian’s address.” She made the same disgusted face that I had on after that revelation. “What? Creepy Steve?” I had to confirm for sure.

She looked at Noah again, through the corner of her eyes, she could see Steve staring at her. “Errrm… do you want to get out of here?” He asked. Natasha looked at him and smiled. “There’s a hotel close by.” She added, and Steve’s eyes widened. “Not so fast, beautiful. I want to take you somewhere. Trust me, you’d love it.” Natasha narrowed her gaze at him as he spoke. “Take me somewhere? Don’t you just want to f**k me?” Steve broke into laughter and shook his head. “I hate one-night stands. Especially when it comes to someone so pretty as you. I want something more.”

“I know what she did to you.” “All the more reason why I should stay away from women, especially those that just want to be daddy’s little girl and never make a name for themselves because daddy is rich,” I moaned out, intending it to be a backlash at her. It came out all weak and woe-begone and pathetic, embarrassing me. Natasha got up from her seat and circled round the table to where I was seated, lost between doing what is right or eating the forbidden fruit. “Just this once.” Her voice was a plea now. Her hands rested on my shoulder, gently massaging them. “We fuck this once and forget about each other forever.”

Stevie refused directly. "Fine. Once he loses Etiennette, he'll definitely be heartbroken to the point of death. Even if he doesn't die, he'll be half-dead! Dealing with him will be much easier then," Natalie said, preparing to undress for Stevie. "Stevie, you haven't come for the past two days. I really miss you. Let me serve you." "We'll talk about it later. I'm busy with company matters, so I'll head to the office now!" Stevie pushed Natalie's hand away and stood up, walking out of the room without even looking back and ignoring her calls behind him.

When Natasha arrive home smiling, and her kid sister asked, “sis, what's up?“ Natalia asked,, “It seems you are happy today, any good news?“ she asked, "I'm so happy that you got to see your old friend today, Natasha! How did it go?"Natalia asked "It was great. We had a really good time and it was like nothing had changed. But I'm still feeling scared about relationships." Natasha said, "I understand. It's okay to take things slow and not rush into anything. Just focus on building a strong friendship first and see where it goes from there." Natalia explained, "Yeah, that's a good idea. I just don't want to get hurt again." Natasha said, and they hugs each other, and Natalia returned to the t

They really did have each other’s backs. Nathaniel was always walking around shirtless and she could not help, but drool at his body. Not to mention when he would walk out of the shower, butt naked, with a very stiff erection. As if he was giving her a show, sometimes she could not help but stare wanting him to come and touch her. She would not voice it though. She was still mad at him for putting her out of work.

“I can… I am sorry. I don’t want to see you anymore, Natasha. I, Ali Stevens, reject Natasha Harkins as my mate.” And the line went dead.

She is his mate after all and Alphas sense of smell is higher than a regular werewolf. Seeing that she gave him a go-ahead with her silence and curious eyes, he speaks up again. “I was telling you a story before you slept off. Unlike your belief, werewolves and other fantasy creatures exist.” He gouged her expression again before he dropped the bombshell. Natasha could only stare at him intently. He looks like he was so serious and sure about this piece of information. Why does it also feel like whatever thing he will say next will change her life forever?

I sat next to Sylvester, careful to stay close but not too close. He took another sip of the wine and leaned back. “I think we’re going to pull this off,” he said quietly, looking up at the ceiling like he was seeing something far away. I watched him, my fingers tightening slightly around the stem of my glass. “You’ve done something incredible,” I murmured. He nodded. “And I’ll finally get to make it up to Natasha.” My chest ached at her name. Of course, he was doing this for her. His wife. The woman he still loved.