Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

It had taken him ten years to put his operation together and he'd be damned if he was going to let any one of his players sleep through the most important weekend of his life. Wyatt had come a very long way since his high school days, and judging from his earlier conversations with the losers of his class, he felt confident that he had surpassed each and every one of them in both money and prestige. Although he put on a humble facade when he talked about his little stationery store and print shop in town, he brilliantly concealed what lie beneath. He was having such a wonderful time pretending to be the same sweet kid of his high school days, he almost began believing it himself.

And the messed up situation is exhausting, doesn’t mean it doesn’t eat at me every goddamn second. Before I can speak, the crowd shifts, and I hear a voice that makes my blood turn to fucking ice. “Well, well. Didn’t know nerds could look cute.” Wyatt Morrow. Captain of Silverthorn’s hockey team. Arrogant, smirking, six-foot-two jackass. Alpha of Blackridge Pack, our packs share boundaries and we've been at each other's neck for years. He’s standing behind Calla, fresh from his own game—clearly just changed into his damn varsity jacket. Must’ve come here right after winning.

“That’s all right. We don’t want it to be anything that is too easy to figure out, so how about I just pick one.” Wyatt types a number on the flat screen. When he is done, he turns back towards me and smiles. “I have selected 22020. It means 2 omegas and 2020 being the year that we met. Can you remember that?” A small smile spreads across my face as I nod my head. “Yes. I think I can remember that.” Wyatt turns back towards the flat screen and types a few more things before he steps back and swings the picture back into place.

Although unenthusiastic about whatever he wanted to say, she didn't discourage him either. Because, honestly, her problems were big enough that she had no room to process other people's problems. “You're in a bad mood, I guess,” Drake stated, his tone holding a realization from the fact that Haley didn't speak. “Well, this might cheer you up,” He added. “You could at least use it to blackmail William Nash so he can stop coming after your head… The Nash Family has a stinky skeleton in the closet… It's no wonder William Nash protects that girl like his life depends on it. Turns out he's acting as a cover for his father.”

But Emily had managed to awaken something dormant within him—a flicker of hope, a hint of longing. Wyatt’s feet thudded lightly against the plush carpet in his grand office as he stood up from his seat. His fingers lightly held a crystal glass that contained the whiskey he had been drinking. His crisp white dress shirt had its sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, giving off a hint of nonchalance. The shirt was left unbuttoned at the collar, perfectly complementing his tan complexion, and accentuating his strong and masculine features. His dark tousled hair, a shade of deep, rich brown, added a touch of laid-back charm.

One short and chubby plain Jane obviously didn't come across as an irresistible temptation and gave credence to Gavin's statement that he'd rescued her by happenstance. "There's four of us. I'm Wyatt. You've met Gavin, fainted for Parker, and will, unfortunately, at one point, make Jaxon's acquaintance." "What are you? A gang of some kind?" A tilt to his lips made her heart hitch because, awake and looking at him full on, she couldn't help notice that this stranger, Wyatt, appeared quite attractive in his own right. Where Gavin was blond and blue-eyed, Wyatt seemed descended from Native American roots, with his blue-sheened black hair and dark, piercing gaze. His skin tone appeared tan, that

The boy loved his father too much that he would rather freeze to death than leave his old and sick dad. Sia walked up to him and greeted him. “Hey, Nash.” Nash looked up, his brows furrowing. “Miss Swift, what are you doing here?” Last night, he googled Alessia Swift and found out that she was a billionaire and a business woman. She was known for her foul personality but he did not feel that she was having any foul personality, just too stubborn. Feigning offence, Sia said, “Oh, I thought you would be happy to see me.”

to him, I can't let him do that, I'll do as he says and marry Naya Carrington. "Have you told Annie about this?" Her question got me out of my thoughts "Not yet" "Who is this Naya Carrington anyway, I searched on I*******m and Twitter, the only post she made was in her highschool graduation on Twitter, and her F******k picture is so weird, it doesn't show her face" she shows me the picture from her phone. "What if she's so ugly?, I mean there's not a single photo of her on social media" "I know, and I did a little digging" I informed her.

If anyone is lucky, it's me. Ty was the one who was able to break down my walls and got me out of my moody bitterness. I've never been this happy and smiled as much as I have since I met Tyler. "I know Hope is not the best mate I guy could have, but it's who our goddess gave me, and I will stay faithful to her for as long as I can," he says, making me scuff. "Good luck with that. But don't come to me when she rejects you after she's done playing with you, Wes. You deserve better, and you know it." I say, turning and leaving him in his cell.

My eyes slowly search for Nash as he is Nick's older brother. Nash is married and he has two kids. They are twins. A girl and a boy. They are so cute. Nick introduced me to Nash and his family. His wife is beautiful and taller than me. Yeah, she is a werewolf, too. She has an amazing physique. She can beat me in a second with that power inside her. Seriously! But she won't do that. She loved me at first sight. She complimented me way too much. Especially my eyes. Well, Nick also praises my eyes. He loves my eye colour the most. And about my amazing body, he worships it every time.