Marc And Nathaniel Novels & Stories

A very powerful mind ability. Mavis capitals and towns are abandoned of people. It was safe for fighting not thinking that someone would be harmed. Nathaniel could go all out not thinking of its people's safety. they rebuilt the towns and capitals but they cannot rebuilt the life of their people. From his peripheral vision he saw his brother Marcus walking towards him.

The bell above the door chimed once. Nathaniel stepped in, coat unbuttoned, tie loosened, expression stripped of its boardroom armor. He did not look like the man who controlled ports and regulators. He looked like a man who had made a decision he did not enjoy. “I told Marcus not to follow,” he said quietly. Lillian did not invite him further in. She did not tell him to leave. “That makes this personal,” she replied. He inclined his head slightly. Agreement. “I will not take much of your time.”

Five women, their situations, all showing the same pattern. “Nathaniel does the personal work,” she said slowly. “And Marcus handles the institutional cover.” “And the funding,” Harrison said. “Marcus provides resources where it is needed for Nathaniel to maintain positions while Nathaniel handles any internal access Marcus requires. They’ve done this twice before. One attempt succeeded, and the other was only partly successful. The targets recovered in the end, but they still made a lot of money from it.” “You’ve been documenting this for fourteen months,” Sloane said. “Why didn’t you make a move sooner?”

I found Nathan in the living room, sitting on the couch with his laptop open, he looked up when I entered, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Marcus wants to talk to both of us," I said, holding up my phone. Nathan's jaw tightened but he nodded, he closed his laptop and moved over on the couch, making space for me to sit beside him, I sat down stiffly, keeping as much distance between us as possible while still being in frame. "Hey man," Marcus's voice came through the phone. "How's it going? Are you two behaving?" "Everything's fine," Nathan said smoothly, and his voice was so normal and friendly that I almost believed him myself.

He was telling me about his parents' cabin out of town and how beautiful the lake was in the summer. "Sounds beautiful," I commented. "I would love to see it," I said, dripping with sarcasm. I don't want to see that! "See what?" came a deep voice behind me. Ugh, Nathaniel. Here for trouble as usual. "My cabin," Mark replied, while I smartly retorted, "Mind your own business." I wasn't about to give this guy any ideas. "You look angry, Caroline," Nathaniel chimed in, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "Maybe you should cool off a bit."

Julian didn’t like it but understood. Romeo and Julian then walked all around the makeshift camp looking for Nathaniel, as Romeo really needed to talk to him. It took them a little while, but they managed to find him in the main battle tent, walking up and stopping beside him. Nathaniel doesn’t look up from the map as he says, “What’s up?” “We need to talk.” “Okay.” “I need to go back…” Nathaniel straightens, turns and looks at Romeo, he frowns as he says,

Marcus turned on his heel and walked out of the office, letting the heavy glass door click shut behind him. Nathan stood alone in the quiet room, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. He pulled his private encrypted phone from his desk drawer and immediately dialed Rachel Marsh. "Nathan?" Rachel answered on the first ring. "Marcus is getting bolder," Nathan said, walking over to the window and staring out over the city skyline. "He’s whispering to Pendelton. We need to slow down the secondary transfers."

Walking around in almost nothing, happy to do whatever was in their power to please the men… Not for her… Absolutely not for her… AJ, Tristan, Jarred and Max all showed up. They sat outside and the women all knew to be there ready for whatever way this was going to play out. “I still can’t believe it…” Jarred shook his head. Marla was serving the men drinks. Lillianna quickly poured AJ a scotch and handed it to him. “Yeah…” Tristan nodded his head. “Is he dead?” Max now. “He wishes he was.” AJ replied shrugging his shoulders. “Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a cop? I fucking liked him man…” Jarred said. It felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her spine. Paul? N

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

"Yes... Uhm... If you really don't want Elena to dump your sorry ass, you should take her on a date and sing her a song." Nathan winced. "He can't sing," he and Elena said in unison and burst into laughter. "Wow! You two are so mean," Mikhail gasped, nuzzling against his mate. This time, she didn't shove him off. Nathan watched them for a while before he waved and walked out of the cafe with Andrew and Lucas behind him. Reynard followed. They all filed into the vehicle and were soon driving through streets. Nathan stared out the window. Would he have to go back home and avoid Valentino again?