Novel & Cerita Metalocalypse Nathan Explosion

He shouted and ran. Nathan drove his car zooming in the road like playing with death. He was very hurt. It's been a year since Anne, his ex-girlfriend, broke up with him. She's one of his serious relationships, whom he asked to marry but turns out badly, leading him into playing a lot of women every night, everywhere... like at the pub. Wherein he met Kimberly, a young prostitute, a semi-prostitute as Henry called it... It was that night...

"You found out so fast! I will come clean; I was the one who exploded your motel, news flash! You see, I hated that it gained more sluts, whores, and gigolos, so I brought it down. How’d you like my grift for your birthday, Old man?" "Motherfucking Asshole!" "Shit! Your tongue is still as shitty as it used to be. Perhaps you may need to go for surgery to remove that bad mouth of yours!" Nathan spat out while holding his tablet with his right hand and, on his left hand, the ear pod he was receiving the call with.

His vision was blurry at first, but as his eyes gradually adjusted, he began recognizing the people around him. Then his gaze landed on Ivy. Instantly, anger flashed across his face. The memory of his new made friend being thrown toward the monsters came rushing back. Nathan shot to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at Ivy. "You!" His voice echoed throughout the room. "How could you push a human being out there like that and leave him to die?" Nathan yelled furiously. "Just because we're living in an apocalypse doesn't mean you've got the right to become some ruthless murderer!"

I pulled it out. Notifications. Blowing. Up. #MysteryGirlIn708 #NathanBlakeScandal BREAKING: Billionaire Nathan Caught in Hotel Fling? My hands shook. “SO FAST?!!“

The others followed, setting the bags down on the living room table with solid thuds. Nathan shut the door and locked it, then moved straight to the table like a man who couldn’t wait another second. He unzipped the first bag, staring at the stacks of cash. A wide, ugly grin split his face. “Fuck… look at this.” He breathed, running his hands over the money. He unzipped the next bag, then another, laughing under his breath. “I’m rich! We’re actually fucking rich!” His voice rose with excitement, almost giddy. “All this cash… Taylor’s gonna lose her mind.”

AVA My breath hitched. Expose his murder? The words echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake off. I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, my voice trembling. “Nathan, what are you talking about? What murder? Colton didn’t—” Nathan’s low chuckle sent chills crawling down my spine. “Oh, sweetheart, you really don’t know, do you?” he taunted. “Your dear boyfriend was found in a car wreck with three dead bodies. His men. His precious team. And now, the police think he killed them.”

With tears in his eyes, he looked up and almost yelled, “Moon, it’s me! Why won’t you see me? I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. “Can you come back to me? You’ve left me all alone. What am I supposed to do? “Moon, please don’t leave me!” … Suddenly, Nathan lost all rationale and ran toward the incinerator. It looked like he wanted to die with me. Fortunately, the butler pulled him back just in time. “Mr. Clinton, please calm down! Clinton Corporation still needs you!” Nathan was heartbroken, and he coughed up blood. I felt conflicted.

Alpha Maximus I can’t sleep after losing my best friend. My sweet little Hope is screaming in her sleep. As I gently wake her, she burst into tears. 'Nathan didn't do anything wrong! He didn't deserve to die!' she cries. She had just dreamt of the explosion and Nathan dying, a trauma I knew she would forever have. I wish I could have shielded her from seeing it, from being there. I wish I could have prevented Nathan's death, the explosion, all of it.

Metal instantly clanking. “Argh!”Nathan moaned in pain. He was like a paper being thrown easily to her monster’s-like-hand. Slide down, he was now sitting on the floor, back leaned on the lockers. Zitrey’s body was already dry with a new set of clothe. Head still down she walked to Nathan, feet stomping heavily, emitting a threat. With a bang, she pinned down Nathan, hand was now gripping tightly to his T-shirt’s collar. She didn’t utter a single word but hand was shaking terribly, holding a great anger.

An hour later, it was done. Nathan was on the floor, shaking, humiliated. The guys left, paid and satisfied. I crouched in front of him, holding up the footage on my phone. "Recognize this?" His face was pale. "You're dead. You're both dead." Mike laughed. "Big words for a guy who just got wrecked on camera." I tapped the screen. "One click, and this goes everywhere. Your boys. Your family. The whole damn internet." Nathan's breath bitched.