Marinette X Nathaniel Novels & Stories

Xavier had said that Nathan lived alone at a suburb in Staten Island, away from his wife and kids because of his line of work as a money mule for the Black Hands, which was the name of the organised crime syndicate Madeline ran. The young Alpha to-be hadn’t gone into much detail about how he happened to know the how’s and where’s of Black Hand hierarchy, but from the little he told me I was able to gather that Nathan was someone far up along the chain of command to be respected, but not far up enough to pose serious problems if he suddenly disappeared. Xavier’s Intel turned out to be true, because as our drive progressed we left the bustle of Yonkers, New York behind, and the roads around us

'Why did I just agree to him using my birthday as his password? She frowned and rested her chin on her fist. 'Old habit.' “I have something to tell you,” Nathaniel said, leaning closer. “What is it?” Serena asked, finding herself locked in his gaze. Sitting that close reminded her how captivating his eyes were. They were like… Bastin’s. “You can’t marry Stefan Montgomery,” Nathaniel said bluntly. “Anyone but him.” “Really?” Serena asked. “Anyone but him? What about Xavier?” “Not Xavier either,” Nathaniel said. “He’s got that best-friend look. The kind of smile that says I’ll help you move, not I’ll fight the world for you.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond. I pressed further, my tone teasing. “I mean, Alpha Xavier is handsome. Single. Powerful. And unlike you, he knows how to be polite.” I smiled sweetly, enjoying the way Nathan’s expression darkened. “Who knows? I might even like him. He seems like a real gentleman.” Nathan’s eyes blazed with anger, his wolf clearly at the surface. Before I could take another breath, he stepped forward, crowding me against the wall. His body was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.

All this while, he shone with her power like some kind of nightlamp. "Hmmm," Nathaniel made. On her chest, he still saw two hard peaks. They had not yet softened. Suddenly, his head drove down to suck on one of them. Katherine screeched in surprise, followed by a shiver that ran from her bosom to the tip of her toes. "Hmm," Nathaniel made again when he lifted his face, this time with a devilish smirk. "We were apart for only a few weeks. Did you think I already forgot that my wife is a little nymphomaniac?"

Derek said impatiently now. “No. They need to suffer. I want to look Octavio in his eyes as he begs,” Nathaniel said to Derek, picturing the image in his head. “I’m seriously going to kill Martin soon. He thinks I’m his slave or something,” Derek said now. He was actually very pissed. “Send him my greetings before you off him,” Nathaniel said with a small smirk in his face. “Fuck off,” Derek said angrily getting up and leaving. Nathaniel was about to go and return upstairs when he noticed Derek speaking to a policeman and another man he recognized outside. The doctor that was flirting with Rosalyn.

Nathaniel continues to kiss, lick and suck at Xana’s breasts, ingesting more of the cream’s residue as he slowly walks her backward over to the side of the bed. Xana lets out a pleasured moan and then giggles as the back of her knees hits the bed and she falls backward. Nathaniel smirks as he follows her down, skimming his lips over the rest of her body until he gets to the waist of her skirt. Hunter is still growling and banging on the invisible wall that seems to suddenly be in-between him and Nathaniel and it gets stronger the more Nathaniel touches Xana.

"You can't just roar something like that out with no grounds." Nathaniel's teeth were clenched, his fists were knotted on his belt Then, like in a darkened shade, he turned and began downward toward the stairs his tread sounding like a slow heavy drumbeats on the marble. "Where are you going?" Vivian yelled at him shaking with the anger that she was trying to suppress. Nathaniel said nothing. They all nervously glanced around at one another. Harrison struggled to force down a bitter swallow. He did not enjoy the growl of his stomach with fear. Nathaniel was many things—but no liar.

“Sorry, but... Sir, who are you? Why do you want to talk to me?" Katrin, who had originally directed her gaze at Nathan, now turned to Liana, with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, you don't know him? But earlier he said..." Katrin's words trailed off and then turned back to Nathan, who immediately flinched, understanding that he had to explain his position to Liana at this time. "I'm Nathan, Nathan Mahardika—a friend and fellow doctor from Erick." "I thought you and Liana had known each other before, did you know she just introduced herself to you today?" Katrin's interrogation, she is starting to feel wary of Nathan's presence, which she thinks is strange.

He had no idea why so many people thought hormones only affected teenagers. "Ain't I got enough spirits on board?" Nathaniel spat, turning from the fire as he got to his feet. His gaze travelled towards the direction of the sea. The scent of brine was thick in the dark air and the waves could be heard lapping at the shore like parched animals. "Every time I look in the mirror you can see them. Every time I walk the deck..." He pulled his coat tightly about him and Lloyd shuddered on his behalf as a chill wind cut through the trees and attacked the fire.

“This is exciting! Not one, but TWO mates? Girl we are going to be tired AF once the mate bond is complete.” “NESSA!!! WE ARE NOT EVEN GOING THERE RIGHT NOW!” I shriek. She just laughs at me and I try my best to ignore her. I need to get this all straight, figure out what I know and don’t know. I think back to their scents, that was the obvious place to start with. Nathaniel, outside of the grocery store, smelled like warm bread and cinnamon. He smelled like he was fresh from the bakery, with a sliver of sweet sweat, reminding me he doesn’t lack in strength.