Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

"Nash, no! You can't give him your company! You worked your entire life to build Waylon Enterprises! It's your legacy!" Nash looked down at me, his expression softening with intense devotion. He reached up, his large thumb gently tracing my bottom lip. "Waylon Enterprises is just steel and concrete, sweetheart," Nash whispered softly, his voice full of unquestionable truth. "You are my life. I would give up ten empires just to keep you safe for one second." The next morning, Nash stood in the penthouse dressing room, putting finishing touches to his appearance. He looked like a king preparing to hand over his crown, completely unbothered by the billions he was about to lose.

The thrill of danger felt just as good on the return trip. I’m full of adrenaline and energy. Why can’t I be happy? Beau sobers first, catching sight of something across the garage. Or… someone… Wyatt stands there. He’s holding a can of wax and a rag. And he’s openly glaring at us. “Stay here, Nanny,” Beau says, and starts walking toward Wyatt. “What are you going to do?” I ask. “Stay here,” he says, fiercer. I’ve never heard him snap like that. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen. Not if he’s about to confront Wyatt.

It had been tough on Taylor, having her millions of followers turning their back on her and her dad’s stick declining too. Mrs Wyatt in her usual manner was dolled up. For someone who claimed to be sad and going through a lot, she looked dolled up and had the latest Chanel handbag. Mr Wyatt on the other hand wore the scariest scowl Ruby had ever seen, she could see his veins pop out by the side of his neck. Now Nate had challenged him openly, she was scared of the evil things he was going to do to Nate in return. Even though Mr Wyatt’s stocks had fallen, it was only for a while. He was very good at pulling public stunts all the time.

by Norah Jones. He twirls me around during the musical break in the song. He kisses my forehead and leans me back as a dip and kisses me softly. “I will always love you Remi” he whispers. “Wyatt, I’ll forever love you and be yours.” The song ends and we walk out of the tent. Wyatt starts undressing and I panic, “what are you doing?! We can wait until we get back to the Packhouse can’t we?” He shakes his head chuckling at me. “It’s time to shift little wolf.”

Fur retracted, replaced by raw, scarred skin. In seconds, the wolf was gone. Standing in the rain was Nash. He was naked, his body heaving, covered in mud, blood, and shards of glass. His chest was a map of old scars and fresh bruises. He looked like a prisoner of war who had just broken his chains. His eyes were still that terrifying, glowing red. He didn't look at Kai. He looked straight at me. At Sayler. "Give him to me," Nash rasped, his human voice rougher than gravel. "Give me my heir."

I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently. “I suggest that you go back to your wife while you let me enjoy my night with mine” Nathan said, glaring at the man. We took a step back, walking to the bar, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips when I saw Carter approaching with two glasses of whiskey. “Whiskey for the lady?” He teased, handing it to me. “She is not drinking” “You are not fun” Carter said, pretending to pout his lips “let the woman live a little”

Natalie Dominant in the field. A fiend with the spirals. Unstoppable. The words glow on my laptop screen, stark against a high-resolution photo of Jaxon Wolfgang. I should be focusing on the next article, the one hyping him as the greatest comeback story in the league at the age of nineteen, but my gaze is locked on his face. Specifically on those blue-grey eyes that still make my heart ache and my hands tremble. “Natalie? You’ve read the articles?” Paul’s voice, thick with the effects of his smoking days catching up to him, filters over the phone.

Wow, a bath would be great right now. Grayson takes a seat by my side, as my legs still cower underneath the blanket. "It's important you don't freak out," he tells me. Instantly, his words have the opposite effect to what he intended. My heart flutters at the insinuation of bad news. It's early in the morning, my mate is looking nervous, and now suddenly, he's holding my hands between his own. I'm captured in his intrusive gaze, as he suggests I don't worry without even speaking. But nonetheless, his next sentence shocks me. "Lexia, I'm a Phantom Wolf."

I wondered if this was all a test from Hawthorne and if I had somehow already passed, ready to become his Luna. The maids led the way, and I followed closely behind them. Outside, I saw Hawthorne standing with three people, while four cars were parked neatly. When he saw me, he signaled me to come closer. As I stood before him, I felt the piercing gazes of his guests on my exposed skin. “My lady,” a deep masculine voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Ryan, Hawthorne's beta, with a smile on his face. He took my hand and kissed it, looking pleased. I glanced at Hawthorne, surprised to find him indifferent to his beta’s gesture.

Deep moss-colored eyes fanned my face, but my body held no reaction. I couldn’t help it when irritation flooded me. I wanted to be left alone, suffering in silence as I was triggered by practically everything. I could feel him hovering over my shoulder, waiting for an answer. “Breyona.” I spared no effort to raise my voice above the music, my eyes darting over my surroundings. There was no sight of Mason, Carter or Wade but the makeshift warehouse club was huge. “Breyona. I'm Noah.” My name left his mouth like a seductive song, carried to my ears by the thundering music. His voice was raspy, nothing like Giovanni’s. Giovanni’s voice was rough, but held a certain silkiness that made your toes