Christopher Nolan Novels & Stories

she pointed to the second folder. It was a file of a black, strong looking man named Nolan Fortin, a Frenchman. His facial expression on the photo was fearsome. He resembled a person no one would like to meet in the dark alley… “Nolan is responsible for armament and vehicles. He is an excellent sniper, highly intelligent and… he is gay,” Melisa snorted seeing my surprised reaction, “It doesn't make him a teddy bear, but he is definitely safer to be around than Marcus…” she added.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Inside the car was a figure even more eye-catching than the vehicle itself. Christopher's face bore a grim expression. Beside him was a tastefully designed, custom-made paper bag holding two square-shaped boxes. One larger, the other slightly smaller. Luke, observing his boss, could sense the complicated emotions within him. They had been to Nolan Manor numerous times, and each visit had been far from pleasant. Either he would argue with Ms. Nolan or be kicked out. Christopher, as the president of the renowned Bolton Enterprise in Bayridge and the city's most eligible bachelor, was accustomed to the admiration of many and being fawned upon.

“Stop over thinking this Billie. Give it a chance and see where it goes. I’m liking you, and I would hope you are doing the same with me. My wolf is different from me, you will see.” He’s right, I am overthinking this, but I’m not used to guys liking me. I’m not the prettiest girl. I have long, stringy brown hair. My body is too skinny, and my eyes are too big and gray for my body. “Billie!” I hear him growl my name. “Hey that’s not fair. You said you can’t hear my thoughts, only Loki can.” “Yea, and Loki heard that shit loud and clear. Knock it off. You are one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out.”

Damian watches them through floor-to-ceiling windows, coffee cooling untouched on the table behind him. “Got something you should see,” Nolan says. Damian doesn’t turn right away. Nolan knows better than to crowd his boss when he’s thinking. “Is it about last night?” Damian asks. “What else,” Nolan says. Damian pivots, crossing the office with unhurried steps. Nolan stands beside the wall display, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, security tablet in hand. Ex-military, ex-private contractor, now head of Kade Dynamics’ physical security. And one of the few people Damian trusts to bring him bad news straight.

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

It was becoming intense, and his uncle was just a door down, so I didn't think it was appropriate for us to sleep together, at least for now. He turned his tv on, running to his N*****x app, and we decided to watch The Perfect Date with Noah Centineo and Laura Marano. It's always been one of my favorites, and technically it's a chick flick, but Russell didn't mind. As long as it meant for us to cuddle up and stay together in bed, he was ok with it.

“It was only two months without medication. How could she die? It was only two months…” Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled as she questioned me again and again. I let out a cold laugh. “Jaime, are you feeling guilty because you killed someone?” Her face turned ashen. “It was only two months. How could she die without medication?” “Do you know that I fell off a cliff, was taken to the hospital, and stayed in a coma for a month? Did you visit my mother even once during that month?”

"Kiss who?" Nolan grabs me and presses his lips on mine in response. I smell whiskey and cigar while the tip of his tongue traces the shape of my lips, then the seam in between. He is nibbling on my lower lip, setting fire in my body. This bastard is an excellent kisser, but I must fight it. This is Nolan Walters, and he is an arrogant, disgusting man and the rival of my father's company. I come to my senses and smash my Louis Vuitton heels on his right foot.