Marc And Nathaniel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

"I promise beside you are Carter's woman and he looked like he was going to bury me earlier. I still have to work with him for another ten years, I don't want to get on his bad side by hitting on his woman." "And you didn't know that when you were giving me those dirty looks earlier," I said. I don't know where that courage came from. I couldn't blame it on the liquor since I have only taken one sip so far. He chuckled. "I didn't think you guys were anything serious. He did say he has a girlfriend but in our world..." "Nathaniel is not a part of your so-called world." I interrupted him. "Right. He hates the media and attention."

He began by clearing his throat, "Father, Mother, Olivia and I have a unique bond. Our relationship started as a business arrangement, but over time, it's gone into something deeper. We have a profound mutual respect and trust." Margaret's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned forward. "Nathaniel, dear, do you see a future with Olivia? Is there a chance that this partnership could turn into something more, I mean something more than this relationship thing?" Nathaniel sighed, his gaze thoughtful. "I won't deny that Olivia is an extraordinary woman, and I value her presence in my life. But, Mother, Father, our relationship began as a business partners, but Olivia and I have been navigati

Marcus didn't interrupt,he never did instead he simply waited. “I don't even know why I'm crying anymore,” I whispered. “Is it because Nathaniel thinks I'm having an affair? Or because after everything... after everything he's done... it still hurts that he'd rather believe the worst of me than ask me the truth.” Marcus looked down at the blanket covering his legs. “It isn't about trust.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Nathaniel doesn't know how to trust,” Marcus said quietly. “He spent two years convincing himself you didn't matter but the second he thought someone else might love you... he couldn't stand it.”

I have never seen one as weak and cowardly as the pathetic one I met in the forest today. His father Aaron who has proven himself to be up to the task so as his past ancestors has also proven themselves. Aaron is one of the best I have met in the past years. Our first meeting and his first impression, shows how wise, courageous and competent of a leader he his, such that he made me remember my beta Jude. Such a shame that he had to die so early.

He answered with enthusiasm as he straightened his back with head high. "Sancho, you would regret that you abandoned me as your role model. With Marcus here who looked upon me, you would know how much influence you could get just by the idea of me having as your role model." Uncle Lorenzo gravely said. He patted on Marcus' back who was now beside the black-haired and red jeweled eye Nathaniel whose look was like he was ten years old. "Right, son?"

Nathan raised an eyebrow. Caleb pulled off his shirt and tried to clean his ear. There was so much water in his ear. " Very funny Nathan" Caleb gave a fake smile. "You are running late for school. You have to hurry before mum comes here and makes a scene" Nathan advised Caleb who quickly made his way into his bathroom.

With a deep sigh, Nathan sets the sword aside and moves to his desk, ready to tackle the issues that have been weighing heavily on his mind. Alpha Nathan motions towards the door, he opens it hoping to see Riella, but she wasn't there, he moves straight to the bed and falls face down. Alpha Nathan lies on his bed for a while, his mind racing with thoughts of Riella and the burnt fields. He couldn't understand why someone would intentionally cause harm to their kingdom. As he lies there, he hears a knock on the door. "Come in," he says, sitting up and adjusting his sword by his side. The door creaks open and in walks his trusted advisor, Marcus.

he asked. "I need a session," Collins Nathaniel said. "With you," Marct stopped to look at Collins Nathaniel for a moment. "Asap," "Like I said, I'm swamped with everything right now. How long are you staying?" Marct asked. "Probably no more than two days. Father should be recovering soon, and I have functions to attend on his behalf," Marct nodded. "Well, I don't know how we're going to do this," Marct said with an incoming yawn. "I was busy making all the medicine. It takes longer the more people know about it," he says.

And just like that, I was alone again. Work was easier…..paperwork didn’t have emotions. Contracts didn’t look at you and say they needed time. I was halfway through a report when Marcus walked in without knocking. That was never casual. “You look like hell,” he said. “Good morning to you too.” I replied without looking up. He closed the door behind him. “Nathan’s missing.” I didn’t look up immediately….I finished signing my name before responding. “Okay.” Marcus blinked. “Okay?” “He’s a grown Alpha. He can take a walk.”