𝘓'𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. ও La vie n'avait jamais été tendre envers Réa. Espionne pour le gouvernement Américain, elle avait décidé de vouer sa vie à protéger les siens dans l'ombre, traquant les ennemis de sa nation. Sa quête était claire, remplir chacune des missions qui lui étaient attribuées. Tout semblait pourtant si bien se passer jusqu'à ce jour, celui où une criminelle s'était mise sur son chemin. Insaisissable et semant la mort derrière elle, cette tueuse Russe ne laissait que sang et malheur la poursuivre. The Crow, c'est ainsi que le gouvernement américain la surnommait. Déterminée à l'arrêter, Réa s'était jurée de parvenir à la jeter en prison. Malheureusement les beaux yeux bleus et le caractère désinvolte de la criminelle ne feront faire à Réa que des choses qui compromettront sa mission. La haine qu'elle lui portait dépassait l'entendement et la voir morte était son plus grand souhait, mais l'attraction entre elles devenait de plus en plus forte au fil du temps. La Russe s'amusait de cette situation, ne cessant d'échapper volontairement de justesse à Réa à chaque fois sans savoir qu'elle lui ouvrirait inconsciemment son cœur pour la première fois de sa vie.

Un couverture à tenir avec une autre agent pendant un an. C'était la mission que Nick avait annoncé à Natasha. Cela n'annonçait pas une partie de plaisir... et pourtant... Je rappel que les personnages de l'univers Marvel ne m'appartiennent pas, je ne fais que m'en inspirer.

''I thought people always remembered their first kiss.'' Katariina ''Katya'' Petrova grew up with Natalia Romanova in the same institute, trained to be a killer deadlier than anyone. What started as a friendship quickly turned into something more. There was only one problem: relationships were strictly forbidden. Upon betrayal, the girls were torn away from each other, never to be seen again. Until Natalia Romanova becomes SHIELD Agent Natasha Romanoff and stumbles, in the middle of a battlefield in Serbia, upon the girl she had pushed out of her mind. Only Katariina isn't a little fifteen-year-old girl anymore and hasn't found herself on the path of righteousness. BOOK 1 OF THE GHOST SERIES BOOK 2: ''CHASING GHOSTS'' - Pre-The Avengers -- Endgame - Natasha Romanoff x FEM!OC - Girl x girl Check out my other work too: -Daisy Johnson Imagines -Forbidden | Carol Danvers

Freya has been afraid of love since her life began. Love was painful to her. It was full of yelling and crude comments. After she turns 18 she gets into college so she can study to become a Ethnical Hacker to find more about her past. The city is a big change for Freya. She is terrified of confrontation so she stays away from people all together. When she meets her new Russian teacher, Natasha Romanoff, she likes her but is afraid. Natasha notices and tries to earn her trust. Can her teacher mend her splintered heart and will Freya learn to open up? ⚠️IF YOU GET UNCOMFORTABLE FOR SMUT THEN BE AWARE OF IT WHILE READING. THIS ⚠️ WILL INDICATE SMUT OR MENTIONS OF TOUCHY TOPICS. IVE SAID MY PIECE. OTHERWISE CARRY ON BEAUTIES❤️ Disclaimer: all these characters are not mine only some are

Never in a millions years did detective y/n think she would find herself in such a predicament. Finding comfort in a suspected killer. What will she do? Will she pursue the relationship and fall in love? Or will she be able to stay professional for the sake of her job? Let's hope this new obsession doesn't get her killed. A Natasha Romanoff x female reader A fanfic Y/n : your name Y/l/n : your last name A/n : Authors note/name Enemies to lovers

A pair of delicate hands pushed me firmly against the back of the chair that was seated underneath a small desk. Her fingers clutched my waist, pressing her muscular body into me. Face inches away, she towered over me, her white teeth sinking into her own pink lips as she bit down, her emerald green eyes looking at nothing other than me. I gasped, surprised and confused at this sudden outburst of affection and confidence that came from my very own Russian Professor.