Marc X Nathaniel Novels & Stories

Mara stepped into view, composed as ever. And behind her, another man. He looked far too relaxed for everything going on, like he had walked into the wrong scene and decided to stay anyway. His gaze landed on me, curiosity flashing across his face. “Well,” he started, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “so you’re the...” “Lucien.” Nathaniel’s voice cut in, sharp enough to stop him immediately. Lucien paused, then sighed like he’d expected that. “I was just going to introduce myself.”

“But for now he's stable.” “Can I see him,” I asked, my voice barely audible. “You can see him in the next few minutes,” he said. I nodded but tears were already sliding down my face. I didn't even try to stop them. Beside me, Harris exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over his face like the weight of the world had just been lifted. But mine hadn't, because Nathaniel was still out there. I wiped my tears and straightened, as my anger returned. That's when Harris said quietly, “I'll speak to the administration. Marcus's identity has to be confidential. No one can know he's Mattoe twin.”

“And I know that these are things that I shouldn’t care about. But somehow, I still do. She always finds a way to make me feel small. And she does that by just using words. At times, I can ignore them, but there are times when it is hard to do so. I am guessing today just falls with the fact of being hard.” Nolan didn’t move for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re not small, Natalia. You never were. You might not see it, but I do. There are many others who look up at you, and when I say that I know they wouldn’t if this was someone else, I am not even complimenting you when I say that I know my pack. They do not give in to anyone, and they do not look twice to someone that they don’t r

Nathaniel had to do a cartwheel, which he failed at spectacularly, landing on the floor with a thud. “Graceful,” I teased as he got up, rubbing his back. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he shot back with a grin. The energy spiked as Alex’s turn came. Martha dared him to do an impression of Nathaniel. “Easy,” Alex said, slicking back his hair and deepening his voice. “‘I’m Nathaniel. Look at me, I’m so charming and mysterious. Women adore me.’” Nathaniel rolled his eyes. “Spot on.”

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! *

Marcus sighed, narrowing his gaze at her. "We're witnessing exactly what was written concerning Florence Dubois," another Elder said. "We can't jump to any conclusions yet," Elder Ivana responded to that statement. "You should be excited for her. She is your great-grandfather, after all," Marcus said. "It matters not to me who becomes the High Witch, or if it is anyone else. I'm just glad that I finally got to see her — a family I never thought I had," she replied, then she smiled. Katherina overheard them, and sulked even more.

If that isn't unfortunate. Nathaniel eats slower than the rest of us. He always does. He’s quiet as he seems to be chewing his food thoughtfully, until he suddenly stops. His jaw stiffens and his back straightens before he glares down at his plate. “Marcos,” he says, his voice low yet sharp. “Spit it out. Now.” I blink. “What?” “Spit it out,” he repeats, already pushing his plate away as his gaze snaps towards me. His tone cuts through the room like a blade. “Right now.”

Mara’s pov “I am here to talk to you about something,” Nathaniel said I wonder what he wants to talk about “Ok, you can enter.” “Thank you” As he entered, I closed the door. “What would you like, water, wine, what would you like?” “I’m ok but thanks for asking” he said “Just sit so we can talk, I don’t plan to stay here for too long.” “Ok,” I have my seat. “So I came here this night because of Colton”

Go away. Maverick was feeling very depressed. Why couldn't he reign in his emotions just now? Why was Nathaniel back? Were the guards outside all deaf or blind? "Nathaniel seemed to know what Maverick was thinking as he said lightly, ""I bought this cemetery. It is my territory. Do you really think your men can seize control of my place so easily? If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to know what their purpose was, do you think I will let your men roam free for so long? Maverick, you are the head of a killer organization after all. Are you really so stupid?"""

Ariel gave him a sharp glare. He raised his hands. “I’m just saying. You are her daughter.” Nathaniel sighed. “Okay, okay. Who is this guy?” “All I know is his name is Marcus,” Ariel said with a grin. “And he’s everyone’s crush in college. But look at me,I've got the Hawthorne features. I'm cute, tall, pretty, hot. I am everything. And on top of that” she leaned forward, smirking, “I’m extremely bad and extremely naughty.”