Little Nate Novels & Stories

Me: I'm needy and you didn't want to pay attention to me Nate: Stop being dramatic Me: I am not dramatic. I'm just sensitive and in love with a guy who doesn't pay attention to me Nate: Will, stop being silly! Me: You laugh at my sadness I think I will look for someone who will pay attention to me Nate: Who? Me: Luk is a good example Nate: That guy who was in the bathroom? Me: Yes Nate: You're not crazy! Me: He gave me his phone number he seemed so attentive, and besides he is very handsome

Bree loved to pay a visit to each stall of the street market, talk to the villagers, and find out more about their lives and difficulties. Her tender personality and honest smile guaranteed an almost instant sense of trust, and she found herself listening to very personal and sometimes embarrassing stories from a few over-sharers. Nate tended to wander off, coursing the little alleys in search for anything that caught his attention. He split a few bar fights and incited a few others; he was a son of fire, after all, and there was a limit to his peacemaker abilities.

Their eyes locked, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Nate cleared his throat, looking between them. He didn’t speak, but the disappointment in his eyes stung worse than any words., “I’m not going, mum. I want to stay here with Uncle Nick until we leave for Adonis.” Nita’s frown deepened. Fine. If she was going to stay with him, she would have to make sure Nate saw reason to hate him. “Fine. We can stay.” Nate lit up instantly, throwing himself at Nick. “Yes! Can I check out those games now?”

“Tell me something. Anything. Just, I want to hear you talk about something that you love.” So Nate tells her about the secret hide out that he found. How he wants to clean it up and make it cool. He told her that he saw a mouse in there but that he wasn't scared, because he was a big boy and that meant that he was brave. He even had a spider crawl on his face but he didn't cry.

Nate fixed his gaze on the sky as he held his tears back. "And earlier this morning, I met him," Nate added, so Celestine was even more stunned by what he said. "His name is Caliber, and I think he is around 3 or 4 years old," Nate added, so Celestine looked away and didn't know what to say. Just like Nate, she knows the rules in their clan and knows that her son is now facing a difficult situation. "Caliber looked like me when I was a child, Mom, and I was confused about how that happened as I know that nothing happened between me and Eille," Nate added and looked at his mom.

“He’s about your age, medium built, dark in complexion, a bit of mustache, gap teeth and a tattoo of a gun on his right arm.” “Oh! And his left leg is shorter than his right.” “You really have an eye for detail.” “Oh! I’m smart.”[They both chuckle] Nathan is quite still disappointed how he behaved and wondered how he was going to make everything right with his wife. “How did you find your self at club 9? Was the driver who picked you involved?”

There was one Pete guy who came highly recommended. Natalie called him, told him what she needed. Something small and compact. "Do you have a license?" Pete asked. Natalie closed her eyes and breathed hard. If she had one, she wouldn't be calling him now, would she? "No, I don't have one," she managed to say, keeping her voice as neutral as possible. There was a long silence, and she was starting to think he'd hung up on her when he spoke again. "I have a Lil Baby for you. What time can you pick her up?"

~~~ Nathan walked to her bed slowly, and stood beside her bed, staring down at his sister who looked almost lifeless in her bed. He had promised his mother to not cry in front of his sister, and he intended to keep that promise. When her head turned gently to look at him, he smiled softly and then waved his hands at her. “N… Nate,” Natalie broadened her eyes. Nathan pulled off his head warmer, bowed his head to show her his new haircut, and then smiled. “See.” “Nathan!” She exclaimed in her low tone. “Shhhh, you can’t stress yourself,” he smiled and then wore the head warmer back.

Nate’s mouth opens, then shuts. And in that silence, I understand something that chills me: Nate doesn’t actually believe in Selena. He just likes being wanted. He likes the easy attention she gives him. He hates the responsibility his brothers keep trying to force him to carry. Nate’s gaze flicks away. “You don’t know her.” Adrian’s expression doesn’t change. “I know enough.” Nate doesn’t defend her again. He just turns his head, jaw working like he’s swallowing something bitter.

' this coming from the slut so I just look at Zach and completly ignore her. 'Zach can you please take me home it's pouring outside' he just looked at me not saying anything after what felt like a minute he said 'No' he just looked at me and I looked at him and I heard the slut actually giggle at that so I left if he thought I was going to degrade myself more by actually begging him he thought wrong. I got outside and made sure to put my books inside of my jacket I thank my lucky stars that I actually brought a jacket today. I then started walking not even out the gate yet but I was already soaking wet literally everywhere.