Misfits Serie Nathan Novels & Stories

"Do it!" Laughing, they did a taste test of the tarts, declaring Essie's the hands down winner, with Denver and Misty's coming in a close second. Nelson seemed offended by the results, but by that point, Athena didn't much care. Class was essentially over and he'd be taking his sour ass back to Nashville, never to be heard from again. Hopefully. As the leftovers were divvied up and packaged, Misty asked, "When is the next series and what's it going to be on?"

Jeremy screams. Zane Hugh. He was known for his undefeated character. He's never lost a match in his life and was once crowned to be king of the street fighters. He's around the same age as me, from what my sources tell me. I've only seen a fraction that guy. Same thing about me. We've never seen each other's faces because we always wore masks whenever we fight. He was known for having a cold heart, not allowing anyone to get close to him because of his tragic past. His black hair seems to match his soul and unfortunately, I haven't had the privilege to see his eyes. He's like your typical bad boy in books, except he makes sure to leave your heart in shattered pieces in the end.

"I had to! I spent three hours staring at those pictures, comparing them to the medical records I swiped from their respective doctor’s private server. I made such a sacrifice and what are the both of you talking about?!" I couldn't help it. A small laugh escaped me. "Three hours, Nathan? That’s a lot of time to spend looking at another man's body. I didn't know you were so... dedicated to a job like this? Very impressive." "I am fully straight, if that's what you're trying to imply!" Nathan snapped, though his blushing intensified. "I am not gay, I am not bi, I am just a very thorough investigator who now knows more about Jace’s anatomy than I ever cared to know."

“I'll destroy them both. Anessa thinks she's safe because she has Darius's ring on her finger. She thinks she can slap me and walk away? No. I'll make her mom do the work. One way or another that marriage is going to end in a scandal that even Darius Steele can't buy his way out of.“ Nathan watched me, his smile broadening. He chuckled, though he immediately clutched his head afterward. “All of this is very nice Julian. Very 'count of Monte Cristo’ nice. It's cute really. I love a revenge plot.“ He struggled to his feet swaying slightly as he looked around for his shoes. “Before we start destroying dynasties and selling women back into debt slavery I need a massive dose of aspirin. I feel li

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...

Ariadne drives, taking back roads that put her fifteen minutes ahead of Victor's average time. When they get upstairs, Nathan has all the files ready for them. Ariadne notes how well dressed the Alpha is, always actually, in a well-fitted suit and gelled back-styled hair. Ariadne suspects, and it amuses her secretly that Nathan is trying to impress Victor. "If it's one of mine," Nathan says, nervously scratching at his scent glands., which perfume the air with apple blossoms. "I'll fucking skin them alive myself." The files consist of everyone who works for Nathan, all ranked and accounted for.

"Speak what?" Nathan asked inwardly. He tried to find his voice but couldn't. He was traumatized. Cassius was a devil in disguise. "Speak," Tristan spat. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a hint of anger. Tristan didn’t have the gift of patience. He’s a psychopath. Tristan’s fist flew to Nathan’s face, delivering a swift hit that forced a painful groan out of Nathan’s throat. "Speak," he demanded after Nathan forced himself to sit again. Blood stained his lips. When Nathan didn’t reply, Tristan struck him on the same cheek.

It wasn’t completely deserted, but it was far enough from the chaos to allow me to breathe. Minutes passed, and I sipped at a glass of water, trying to blend into the background. Then, a voice broke my silence. "Not enjoying the party either, huh?" I looked up to see a young man with kind eyes and a sheepish smile. His brown hair was slightly disheveled, and his suit, though well-tailored, looked like he’d been forced into it against his will. "Not really," I admitted, offering a small smile. "Good. Misery loves company, right?" He chuckled and extended a hand. "I’m Nathan, by the way. Nathan Carter."

Later That Night – Emergency Press Conference Nathan adjusted the microphone with trembling fingers. Ethan stood beside him, fingers laced with his under the podium. “I never claimed to be perfect,” Nathan began, voice steady but raw. “What you’ve seen today is a reflection of a man I used to be reckless, scared, and desperate to survive a crumbling empire left behind by my father. I made grave mistakes. And I have lived every day since trying to become a better man.” He paused, glancing at Ethan. “This is Ethan. My partner. My reason for changing. The reason I’m standing here, not hiding.”

"How can the faces be so similar? Yes, they are twins. But how can it be as if there is no difference between the two of them? It feels like they are the same person. No, it can't be. Nathania is dead, he is Nathan, a twin brother and they are different people. Yes, they are different people." ***