Baca Novel Online Dear Nathan Novels & Stories

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

I smiled at the sweet gesture as I took the can from him, cracking it open and swigging a large gulp to rid the bitter taste that lingered on my tongue from the grape soda. My phone pinged and I quickly pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans opening a F******k message from Natalie with a link attached. I swiftly clicked the link, the page flicking to a news article from the echo newspaper. ‘Three charged in the murder of teen Ashton Rivera’ read the title of the article. “Omg” I let out turning back to the counter and placing my can next to the box of frosted flakes.

He ravaged in the space behind only to pull out a really big book. A brown hardcover book with about a thousand pages that seemed to have been dated at least centuries back. I inched closer as Nathaniel flicked through the pages. Half of this wasn’t even written in English or in a common language at least. It was like a secret foreign code. “You know I told you I started reading on hybrids, text, articles, books, you name it. I was still trying to pick up a few things when I came across something that I assure you none of us knows about, not even Alpha Eliana” Nathaniel lifted his eyes and they met mine for a chilly second.

No pressure. This also means Nathan Roldan is probably with you, delivering my letter. I know he's huge-nor-mongus (I declare that an actual word. Notify Webster immediately), but he's harmless. He's a gentle giant, honest to God. Without him, I might not have gotten through this adventure. You're safe with him. I have no idea what circumstances caused my death, but don't dwell on them, and instruct Nate not to, as well. They don't matter.

"The Bennetts are busy mourning a daughter. The Kings are busy welcoming a wife. It’s a clean trade, don't you think?" As Elena draped her white designer coat over the velvet chair that had been Ava’s favorite reading nook, she claimed the space with a silent, terrifying finality. The trap was set. Nathan was hunting a ghost in the desert, completely unaware that his home had been occupied by the very demons he thought he had outrun.

Jade read to Nathan. They are cuddling right now and Nathan asked Jade to read to him. " more" Nathan said. Instead Jade closed the novel he'd given to her to read to him. " it's up to here." She said. " what did the old man say?" Nathan asked with his eyes closed. " is that really all?" " if you're curious,after I leave, please read it then." Jade said. " I don't want to." Nathan said eyes opened. " please read more before you go."

Shaun said quickly as he stepped out of the car. Nathan parked properly and followed him inside. The moment the door closed, Shaun’s face heated up at the thought of being alone together. Nathan walked straight to Shaun’s room and headed for the neatly arranged comics. One book caught his eye he had wanted to read it before. Shaun followed but collapsed dramatically onto the bed with a heavy sigh. “You invited me over just to watch you sleep?” Nathan teased. “Nah. I wanted us to play a game. I’m just too tired to move,” Shaun said dramatically.

As I make to drop the file, my eyes settle on another one. The title reads: Territory Assets and Obligations – Rogue Alpha Ledger Every page is filled with Alphas, their territories, resources, and their numbers. Some have scribbles in red ink. Why is this in Bran's office, instead of Drogo's.! I blink. Glancing down, I spot Nathan’s name. His debt is less than the rest and it is recent. His number hangs below and something clicks in my mind. His offer. ~~~ That evening, I sit on the bed staring at the sheet of paper where I wrote Nathan’s number, phone in hand. I take a deep breath.

How many more things didn't I know about my boyfriend? Nathan led me to his office. It was as bright as the corridor we walked before. It looked like there were LED lights under the floor panels. All walls had a smooth and almost mirror-like light-gray texture, and only the ceiling was darker, covered by steel-like plates. Unlike the bright floor and walls, Nathan's furniture was black. He quickly turned on his laptop, pulled out a chair, and gestured at me to sit by his desk. I nodded, drawing a hesitant smile, and sat down where he wanted me to. He leaned over me to type something on his computer. Then he opened a catalog of pictures, similar to the ones I had gone through at the precinct

she murmured, and laid back on the bed and slept off. Nathan walked over to a connecting room that served as his private study at home. He sat down and opened the file Mike had sent him earlier. “I have no idea what I’m looking for,” Nathan muttered to himself. His eyes scanned the words, the pieces of information making no sense to him. “What did he tell you, Grandpa?” he muttered again. The next morning, Nathan walked over to his grandfather’s room upstairs in his nightwear. He knew Timothy Crawford, and one thing he knew was that his grandfather never missed his morning coffee on his balcony.