Marc And Nathaniel Novels & Stories

Nathan stepped forward, his boots heavy on the floorboards. Zack’s head snapped back. The intelligence in his eyes sharpened, narrowing into a defensive glint as his mouth pulled into a hard line. Nathan gave him a slow, predator’s grin. A visible shiver raced up Zack’s spine, a reaction he couldn't hide no matter how much he scowled. Marcus approached Nathan from the left, his footsteps hushed. The grim energy rolling off his second-in-command killed the moment instantly. "Madeline’s gone," Marcus muttered, his voice low.

Not by playing Nathan's game, but by changing the rules entirely. I should have known the victory wouldn't stay quiet. * A few nights later, Nathan was "working late." Again. His version of working late lately involved a private club and a bottle of Macallan 25. I knew because Mark, one of his sycophantic college friends who'd never liked me, texted me a blurry photo. The caption read: *Missing you at the table, Claire! *

Shannon seeing this as her cue to leave walked back out of the room. The two girls shrugged down their robes, leaving them unclad. Their porcelain skin glowed and something behind their necks caught Lyra's attention as they wiggled their hips toward him. The reddish–pink welts behind their neck had a name which she could only assume was his on it. "Marcellus". The swirls of his name formed a beautiful pattern as it embossed itself in their skin, almost like a tattoo. She heard a small groan leave his lips when one straddled him and the other sat beside him, pulling at his shirt.

"Mum is fine, and dad why did you call me all of a sudden, I went yesterday and I have not used up to twenty four hours over there, dad what is wrong, do not tell me you called me back because you are missing me" "Alright, I missed you but I didn't call you because of that, after you left yesterday, Nathaniel's father came here" "Alright, but what does that have to do with me coming home? Dad, I don't understand" "We talked and we concluded that you and Nathaniel are marrying…" "What? Dad? What is that? I still don't understand" I interrupted him, with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. My heart was pounding, the guy I am trying hard to avoid is the one I keep hearing his name.

He looked thankful to Nathaniel for helping him and I was equally relieved too. Mark, who had been watching silently, murmured, “This wasn’t our fault.” “Mark, apologize,” My uncle ordered. Mark grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue. My uncle turned to Nathaniel’s brother and said, “I’m deeply sorry for the trouble. It won’t happen again. It wasn't intended at all.” Nathaniel was still staring at me. Did he realize we were mates as well? Or was it something else? Did he recognize me as his old enemy, Alec?

Nathan replies, earning himself a glare from Dara in my defense. “I swear to the Goddess, Nathan, if you ever decide to switch the team you bat for, I’ll marry you in a heartbeat if you make this at least weekly,” I say, shoving another bit in my mouth and moaning obnoxiously as I suck the spoon clean. Nathan blows me an overly dramatic kiss. At the tiniest groan from his wolf boyfriend, Nathan turns to Marc and pulls him in for a proper kiss. “I only have eyes for you,” Nathan tells Marc.

Curiosity gets the best of me. Nathaniel comes up first. He’s the most reserved of the three, rarely giving interviews. As I scroll further through the information on Nathaniel, something catches my eye, mentions of a strained relationship with his parents. There’s mention of the tension, whispers of estrangement, but nothing too detailed. The media has tried to piece it together over the years, but whatever happened between them, he’s kept it locked down Then there’s Marcos, charismatic, always in the spotlight, the one the media eats up the most. There are countless photos of him at events, socializing, charming the room with his easy smile. It’s no wonder he has a reputation.

"Sir one more thing we should gather more and more manpower.Marco does not train ruffians,he trains loyal subjects.They'll die before dishonouring him." I hummed. "I know that,Natalia mentioned about a tattoo. Death before dishonour." "Exactly sir.Hence we should all make sure that we have enough man power.The element of surprise is our only chance to disintegrate his empire." "I'll ask my best friend and Mark (Nat's brother) to accompany us." "Ok Mr.Martin.And I'll gather all my men and involve the police.The police suspects Marco hence their involvement won't be a problem." "You do that.And don't forget our priority is to save Natalia alive."

But they would fight it side by side. Together. Ethan sat at the kitchen island, pretending to scroll through recipes, but his mind was nowhere near food. His eyes flicked toward the hallway where Nathan had disappeared moments earlier, phone still clutched tightly in his hand, jaw locked. The name Daryl Marcus throbbed in Ethan’s thoughts like a bruise he couldn’t stop pressing. Who was he? Why did Nathan go pale when he read that message? The sound of a door closing broke the silence. Nathan stepped back into the room, his face composed, but too composed like glass stretched too thin. Ethan didn’t say anything at first. Neither did Nathan.

I remark, not sure what the point was. "Maiden Notes is an anagram for Damian Stone." Damian remarks looking highly of himself. "So what? So you own the building. Big freaking deal. That still doesn't explain why you're here." Damian, however, looks over at me with a weird expression on his face, almost as if he finds it sexy that I continue to challenge him.