Misfits Show Nathan Novels & Stories

"I have already moved out of the Vane estate. I have surrendered everything to her. Why does she refuse to let me live in peace?" Her soft voice instantly douses the brothers' mutual hostility, replacing it with a protective anger. "She is a deeply malicious, spoiled child who simply cannot stomach the reality that you are thriving," Nathan states coldly. He glances back at Marcus. "What exactly did she show you on the highway?" "A video file. What else?" Marcus leans back against the armrest. "You know how much our precious sister loves secretly filming people to use as ammunition." "Send it to me." ***

Because you know that when he smiles like this, he will do, or say something to insult me. Nathan was exactly what Fiat Locke Academy considered a casanova. He was tall, easily towering over my slouching frame, with dark, effortlessly wavy hair that always looked perfectly styled even after a grueling practice. He possessed the kind of broad, athletic build that only came from hours of high intensity training, which made sense considering he was one of the star players on the school’s hockey team. To everyone else, he was a charming golden boy. To me, he was a nightmare in a varsity jacket. “Because if you haven’t eaten yet,” Nathan continued, his voice dropping into that dangerously sweet t

She smiles and walks away. ~~~~ My stomach grumbles a few minutes after I reach the house. I think it's safer to call it a cabin. I clean up as best as I can and head toward the town's dining area. It's in the custom of the Misfits to eat together twice a week, and they make use of a large dining hall for it on the appointed days. Today is one of those days, and as luck would have it, or let's say as it has been planned, another episode of humiliation just happened.

Travis Nathan’s voice cuts through the haze in my head. “You and I know you're not good with alcohol, so stop consuming more.” I scoff, rubbing a hand down my face before relaxing back into the couch. “It's Very complicated.” “Then make me understand,” he says quietly. “Because right now, all I’m seeing is you falling apart over something you should be fighting for.” A faint laugh slips out of me. “Fighting for what exactly?” “Your son, Liam.” he mutters.

As for the source of the video recording, it seemed like a candid shot of the scene. But the man in the video was indeed Nathan. And Nathan was found wearing the same suit that he had been wearing in the video in one of the photos that a reporter had taken when he went to the clubhouse and published a while back. Back then, Nathan had come forward and clarified that he was there at a friend’s gathering, and he did not elaborate much about that statement after that. The article also revealed that it was not the first time for Nathan, and the two female Internet influencers were both fans of Nathan. To be exact, they were super fans who had spent substantial amounts of money to show their supp

I observed, though I couldn't help smiling at his obvious pride in my slightly rumpled appearance. "Simply admiring my beautiful wife-to-be," he replied innocently, though his eyes still held dangerous heat. "And perhaps planning exactly how to properly express my... appreciation for her strategic brilliance later tonight." I moved to straighten his tie, using the excuse to press against him one last time. "Promises, promises," I teased, though we both heard the anticipation in my voice. "Though first, we have some enemies to destroy." Nathan's smile was dark with lethal promise as he offered me his arm. "Indeed we do," he agreed, leading me toward the waiting facility. "Though I must admit,

Nathan laughed, “Fuck. We were such man whores.” “I still am one, but I’m trying to get out of it,” I advised. “Well, I hope you find it, my friend,” Nathan grinned. “It’s the best thing in the world.” “Thanks for the chance with Madison,” I responded. “You know I would never pursue without your ok.” “I know,” Nathan disclosed as we climbed out of the golf cart. “All three of you are my ride or die. Now, let's finish up this hole so we can go see the girls.”

He sounded so assured. My dismay grew. "No. We aren't getting Scarlet Ventures. Jethro came before I did and managed to rope them into a new contract." A brief silence. "It's all right," Nathan finally said, "It’s just one deal. He wouldn't be Jethro Willow if he lost that easily." I thought Nathan would have sounded more disappointed, but he was unexpectedly calm. Maybe he already expected this. "I don't feel so sure of myself anymore, Nathan. That was my first strike, and I failed. I don't know if I'm the right person to help you conquer Titan Ads… and even less confident that I can get my son back," I muttered.

The Hill Group's recent changes inexplicably stirred up a wave of heat online. The internet was flooded with countless pieces of dirt on Nathan. "Nathan had an extramarital affair, which damaged his image, and the Hill Group had no choice but to give up on this rising star." "Nathan appeared at the hospital to take care of his mistress's sick wife, helping her to rise in status!" "Nathan became the abandoned child of the family." "The former capitalist has fallen to the point of doing roadshows and eating boxed meals!"

said Nathan as he came into view, looking disgusted as he glided closer to his friends. None of the three guys said anything as they watched and listened to him. “I told y’all how cheap that girl is, yet you fell blindly for her. Is it insanity, or you’re just naturally stupid, buddy?” Nathan scowled, disappointment fleeting across his face. “Nathan!” Joshua cautioned with a growl, reaching out his hand and Michael back, who had not even attempted to do anything. However, all expressions had disappeared from his face. “I think you should stay out of this discussion, Nathan. He loves her and that’s all that matters,” Scott tutored, hoping Nathan would just listen and keep quiet already.