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Elizabeth says as she stands up, dusting herself off. “Is she really writing a book?” Aaron asks Nathan who just shakes his head no. “I mean it is weird right, he didn’t come here today either.” I say with a sad smile, yes it’s just been a few days since he started acting like that but I feel bad. He never hides anything from me. “What are you talking about? He is-” Elizabeth looks at me with confusion but Nathan cuts her off. “Come with me, I’ll show you my childhood bedroom.” He says as he tries to take her away making me furrow my eyebrows.

Isabella stood before the central pedestal, her long, slender fingers hovering over the lock of Richard Hayes’s leather-bound journal. Behind her, Nathan moved like a silent guardian of dark power. His broad hands settled onto her waist, pulling her back against his muscular frame. His warm breath brushed the side of her neck as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his storm-grey eyes fixed intently on the book in her hands. "Open it, Madam Chairwoman," Nathan murmured, his deep baritone rumbling against her spine, his thumb stroking a slow, possessive line across her hip. "Let's see what secrets your father left for our family."

“Because what I want to have is you.” Crystal was appalled. “How can you have the energy to be so naughty when you are sick?” She had a book under her arm, and as she struggled, it fell onto the bed. Nathan let her go immediately so that he could grab the book. “Don’t open it!” Crystal’s face turned white. “Please...” she begged. Nathan looked at the cover. “What’s in here?” “It’s just a book,” Crystal replied. “Do you think I’m stupid?” Nathan’s ire was beginning to rise, and Crystal could see from the look on his face that she would have to give a little.

Valentino shook his head, lowering himself onto the ground, at the table, adjacent to the boy. "I'll finish this quickly—" "Take your time," the man sighed, leaning on the table with his elbows. His gaze swept over the books and something unreadable settled in his eyes. "Looks like you haven't read at all," he murmured, eyes still fixed on the books. Nathan shut his eyes, wincing internally. He hadn't open a single book to study since the school resumed, except for when he had assignments. "I've been busy," he replied, picking up a book and flipping through the pages. He stopped for a moment, scanning through a page, before he scribbled something on a pad of paper.

It’s eight-thirty, and Nathan should be here soon, or so he said. I eventually get bored with the program and turn it off. I grab my new smutty novel instead and flip to my bookmark. Picking up where I left off, the protagonist has just met a mysterious man, but she hesitates. Questioning her current situation with her cheating husband, she takes the plunge and kisses the handsome new stranger.

Lots of love, Ulric. Chapter 6 Samantha Downs ~ “Briiing! Bring!! Briinng!” the alarm clock kept on going until I put the batteries to rest. I had stayed up almost all through the night reading the contents of the files one after the other. I must’ve slept off while reading on Nathan’s personality. Nathaniel Kress is more interesting than I thought he was. Right now, my eyes are sore from lack of enough sleep but realizing that I have to get going, I forced myself up from bed.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

“Something like that. A lot happened. I don’t really want to talk about it.” He didn’t push. Instead, he shifted his weight and stood, brushing off his pants. “Fair enough.” “But what about you?” I asked, lifting a brow. “This is the first time I’ve seen you out of your room voluntarily. Especially this late.” Nathan chuckled, a bit sheepishly. “What I’m doing is… embarrassing.” “Now I really want to know,” I teased, stepping around a chair. He sighed like a man surrendering a secret. “I was reading children’s stories.”

I took a deep breath and told myself I couldn’t stay in here forever. Pushing the door open, a new wave of steam escaped ahead of me, into the dimly lit bedroom. The overhead light was off. Only a single brass lamp on the bedside table was lit. Nathan was at the window. He’d put on a pair of grey sweatpants but remained barefoot, bare-chested. His back was at me, shoulders were tense. his head bowed slightly as he looked out into the black night, one hand braced against the window frame. The pose spoke of a contained power, of waiting.

Now, as she gently excused herself and wished Grandma Hale goodnight, she carried that moment with her upstairs. The hallway was quiet. The house, despite being full of people, always seemed to fall into a hush after dinner, as if even the walls respected the unspoken rules of nighttime. When she pushed open the bedroom door, she found Nathan exactly as she expected, propped up against the headboard, laptop balanced on his thighs, glasses low on his nose, the glow of the screen reflecting against his face. He looked serious, distant, and focused. He didn’t even look up.