Christopher Nolan Young Novels & Stories

With great effort, I crawled along the ground, but I couldn't move much from the spot. With this I soon heard the footsteps of my assassin coming up behind me, and I turned towards him just in time to see him come close enough for me to look into his face. He was a young man, about twenty years old, and had a wound in his head, from which blood was gushing. The bullet must have grazed him there, or he would not have been standing. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he pointed his revolver straight at my head, certainly realizing that he would get the money he had been promised to finish me off.

But he didn't expect that there would always be someone that didn't cherish their lives in front of him. A young man of the same age as him blocked his way. Behind this youth, there were were five or six other men. From the looks of it, they were all youngsters. The young man was very good-looking. But he couldn't be compared to Lucas. There was great gap between them. "Neil Chris, what are you trying to do?" Sofia stared at the youth as a deep disgust surfaced on her fair face. Neil was the super genius of Eastern Thunder Base City, a Rank 7 Transcendent Being.

I smiled at them but they didn't return it. Then I looked towards Christopher. He was the oldest of all of us. Twelve years old. He would have started training next year, in a few months actually. He was the Alpha and Luna's son. Only he lost his mother before I was born. Actually I was born just a few months after she died. then no one saw the Alpha after the attack. We just assumed that he died along with everyone else.

When he turned towards Dominique, Nicholas and I stepped in front of her. “It’s alright. His anger isn’t for me. He knows what happened to his mate. Unfortunately, Chris, you have to go now before you are missed. You will tell no one where you have been. You will tell no one that we are still alive. Once we catch the last remaining rogue, we will have him call whoever hired him and tell them that everyone is dead but me. Then, we will all have our answer if anyone else comes for me.”

I select the kind of man I would like to match with and the app connects me to a few list of candidates that meet the specific specifications. I scroll through the list and a lot of them are very attractive. Also their profile seemed okay but the downside was that they were mostly older than thirty. I inhale and bit my lip slightly. I continue to scroll down until I stop scrolling when I encounter a profile of a young guy. His name is Nolan. He's twenty-seven. He works at a company that deals with the making of wines. He has a high position there and he even completed his masters degree two years ago. Plus he's handsome. He's from New Zealand but has been in America since he was sixteen.

"Nolan, the famous jewelry tycoon, comes from an illustrious family, though rumors say you have a hidden illness and are somewhat of a sickly nobleman." Nolan smiled, "Thanks for the flattery." Then, it was Yates' turn. Yates was incredibly eager. "What about me? What about me?" Afraid of being ignored, Yates raised his hand, hoping to be called on. Caitlin looked at him and gave her assessment. "The youngest dual-award-winning actor, Yates. His acting skills are impeccable, but he always acts like a diva, using body doubles too often. His taste, though, needs some work."

Nolan however looked almost as old as Alexander, perhaps just a bit younger. Nolan chuckled and said "Well our old man, had a habit of sticking his dick anywhere" I winced slightly at his bluntness and Alexander continued speaking. "Nolan is three years my junior, how he came about is a long story" "A long and disgusting one too if I'm being honest, best to spare you the details" he said winking and I couldn't help but smile nodding in agreement. "Yes I agree" Alexander muttered "So, now that Thalia is here, let's discuss the matter at hand shall we?"

"How do you do it? And what was yesterday?” "It makes it easy for me to remember things," he said without opening his eyes, raising his hand to me, "Lie with me for a while longer...” “What was yesterday, Christopher?” I asked again pushing his hand away. “My birthday,” he answered all casual placing his arms behind his head for support “Now it's up to you to answer all the questions...” “You had your birthday yesterday and you didn't tell me anything?” I said puzzled, "What are you? An Amish?”

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

teenager" in your hand then, Ms. Vanderbilt.” After Yorrick left, Nolan crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his face was dark. He used to be someone who was very good at concealing his own emotions. However, after his memory returned at the age of 17, he seemed to have lost the ability to do so. That's right! At present, Nolan only had memories of when he was a headstrong 17-years-old teenager. Maisie walked up to him and sat beside the bed. She leaned closer and asked, “Are you mad?”