Little Nate Novels & Stories

Dad: I swear to God if you didn’t end up going tonight like we both talked about… I started to type with a small scowl on my face in the next second, the little moment my anger had used in melting away had felt like it didn’t exist one bit, because I was almost boiling with anger at the moment. Nate: Fuck you dad. Nate: Go fuck yourself. Nate: I hate you so much. Nate: What’s the name of your friend whose daughter I’m apparently supposed to get married to? I don’t know his freaking name.

I hope it did! "If Nat keeps getting stronger, she'll overthrow everybody," Val said as if that statement was nothing. "Just look at how she's already stronger than most people, without even having magic!" He rolled his shoulders, then his navy-blue gaze landed on me, "She just has to make her mind stronger!"

He extended and shook his hand with her. This made Nat chuckled.I was shooting daggers to my friend. "So Natalia how is it to date the ultimate billionaire douchebag?" Nat chocked on her coffee. "Uh what?" I wanted to hear how is she going to respond. "We are not dating.We have just started seeing each other."Soon baby soon. "Oh right ,my apologies my lady." She blushed at his panty melting smile.Drake was the typical chocolate boy.I glared at him. "I think someone is jealous Nat."He kept on joking just getting a rise out of me.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Shelly pov Reading the message in Veer phone it's feel like am dieing. I go to bathroom and lock myself and start his chat with this girl name Natasha. She send a photo of her upper body. Naked. I start reading his chat with her. "When are you going to meet me" "I miss you" "I missed you too baby" "Today I enjoyed been inside you baby" "Don't look at me like that I gonna kiss you" "Give me your nudes."

she stutters “His willy is big too!” Nat declares a little loudly making some of the other swimmers look at them. “Nate remember Dad told us not to talk about people’s sizes?” Josh reminds him. “Oh yeah, but I haven’t seen one that size” Nate says

I asked, almost in a whisper since that's the highest my voice could go. "This is the Red Bat Pack, which is one of the most popular and populated packs in the world. Alexander Quinn is our Alpha, and Young lady, you're our Luna," he replied, giving every detail at once as if knowing the difficulties I had with talking. I took some time to let what he said sink into my understanding before I nodded. I knew Alexander; that's all I know. "Don't you have any other questions?" He questioned when I remained too quiet for a while.

Tate looked at me with amusement while I dished my food. "What?" I asked. He shook his head before getting his own food. We ate silently for a couple minutes, just the sound of our forks clinking against our plates. "This is really good Chan," he complemented. I felt my cheeks flush. "Thanks, uhm it was one of the pack's favorites. My friend Nathan would always sneak me some of his left overs in the middle of the night since I was only allowed to eat what was left in the pots, which was never any," I admitted softly. Tate's chiseled jaw clenched. "What was this Nathan to you?" He asked gruffly with jealously laced in his voice. I nearly spit out my tea as I bit back a laugh.

“How was tonight?” Nate leans back, head prop on the couch. “It was lit,” he answers. “The crowds was good, like they always have. When I was about to leave, this man approached and told me he knew a guy. Gave me his card and said I really should call him. I don’t know,” he hesitates, the light in his eyes dims. “I don’t know if I’m going to call him or not. Maybe it’s just a scam. I want my dream to be real so bad, but I can’t throw caution to the wind. You know, in case they don’t pan out the way I hope.”

My experience five years ago had more than cemented that fact. "Lesson learned." Nate held his hands up in surrender even as a grin spread across his chiseled features. Nate was a walking male model. Clean shaven, square-jawed and not of a hair out of place. He was also well aware of this fact and spent more time checking himself out in any shiny surface he passed than anyone I knew. "I just wanted to stop by and say hi to my favourite girl shifter." "And waiting until I got home and knocking on the door wouldn't have worked?"