Nate Archibald Novels & Stories

“I’d like to shower alone, if you don’t mind.” Nate wasn’t looking at me as he pulled off his shirt. He was still so thin. Not even as a kid did he ever look like this. His ribs jutted out and his skin stretched over the bones. There was definitely more definition to him, but nothing showing he would ever be able to fight again. My eyes caught the silver marks on his arms and I made fists. “You lost that privilege when you tried to take your life.”

Celeste asked. Katie held up her thumb, nodding, then continued to dry-heave over the toilet. The bathroom door flung open, and Nate stepped in, locking the door behind him. “Nate! You’re not supposed to be in here!” Ariah snapped at him. He huffed, dropping his backpack on the counter by the sink, and unzipped it. “None of you have anything I haven’t seen. And it’s not like I’m into girls, so there's that too.”

He strikes a full flexing pose. Biceps out. Chin tilted. Pure commitment. “Look at that lighting. Respectful. Supportive. Encouraging.” Against his will… Taydyn huffs a quiet laugh. The tension in his chest loosens just a fraction. The guy grins sideways at him. “Name’s Nate.” “Taydyn.” Nate nods once, like he’s filed that away for later. Then — still half flexing — he adds: “Just, you know… try not to emotionally devastate this mirror too, big guy. We’ve been through a lot together.”

These words fell on her ears as she entered the drawing room where Nicholas and Jacobs sat. “She tried to run.” Jacobs spoke it as if it was normal in LA to shoot people who tried to run away from their prison. “So?” Archer prodded. “So, he shot me.” Natalie finished for Jacobs. She didn’t run to her room, but came into the drawing room and sat down. Until now, she had not noticed the wedding planner who sat there. “You are here to help me plan my wedding to a lunatic, aren’t you?” “Don’t you dare call my son lunatic!” Nicholas Archer seethed, but Natalie wasn’t afraid.

“I’m partly to blame. I introduced him to some of my friends and we were drinking whiskey. Nate was unhappy about discovering old man Pratt considered him an unsuitable match for Elizabeth so he imbibed more than he should. His condition coming out of the maze could have easily been attributed to his drunkenness.” “Young men these days,” Mary clucked. “Drinking to excess at a public affair. It’s shameful.” “That may be,” Sidney interjected over the top of his newspaper, “but it is no more shameful than Pratt letting that girl prance all around town with Kimble when he had no intentions of letting it go any further. I cannot blame the young man for being upset.” “The kicker is that Nate

He stood in the pathway and prevented Maxwell and his cohorts from getting into the house. “Alpha Arthur is busy. Drop your message with me or come back later.” He told them with a strong face. Maxwell busted into a hysteric laughter. “Busy? What Alpha would be so busy to see his people? Look, these are all his people here to see him.” he pointed to his cohorts and they nodded in agreement to what he said.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Michael and Elizabeth spent the rest of the summer consoling each other, and the summer after that on the lake, and the one after that in the social hall and the one following where they exchanged vows with their family and friends who were all sitting outside on the basketball court. The changing of the clientele forced the Bravermans to convert all but one of their salons to a low-price franchise chain. After closing the barber shop side, they sold the original site to the Hasidic community, and moved to a condo on Long Island. Nate’s oldest sister Charlotte studied environmental engineering at Cornell, married a geologist and moved to Houston. His younger sister Laurie began a career in c

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

But Arch also wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t have the audacity to walk into my office, sit in Nathan’s presence, and threaten me, without something that made him feel untouchable. I turn toward my uncle. “Why is he here?” Nathan exhales, his eyes tired, shoulders drawn tight with stress. “Lyss, can you just listen to him?” Arch cuts in. “Nathan didn’t bring me.” I whip my gaze back to him. “I still keep tabs on the company,” Arch continues, standing now, buttoning his jacket like this is a boardroom meeting instead of an ambush. “I came because I need Cade.” My stomach drops as he takes a step forward, walks around the desk and stops in front of me.