Nate River Novels & Stories

Ara said before they rose to their feet. Nate didn't respond. After they left, Nate reached for his mobile. He knew his parents wouldn't help him. He had to do something himself. He dialed Rio and told him to search for her. After disconnecting the call, he put the phone away and stared at the ceiling. Through the glass work on the ceiling, he noticed the Band-Aid covering the gash on his cheek. The one she had inflicted. Reaching up, he tore away the band-aid. The gash was raw, just like his wounded heart. Though his eyes were blank, an inferno raged inside him. He was hurt, suffering, and his demons howled for her warm comfort. This longing felt like a barbed wire contracting his aching he

However, instead of excitement, the chat had been flooded with warnings. [Streamer, there's someone behind you.] [Get out. There's something wrong with the water.] I streamed often, so I was used to comments like those. I figured they were just bored and messing around. As I scrolled, one username caught my eye. Alaric Vane. [Leave now! A dead fish… and it still took the bait… Reel in your line and go.] I tapped into his profile. His avatar showed a man in a black robe holding a staff made of bone.

NATHANIEL'S POV The world had been mourning Nathaniel King for thirty-two days. To the global markets, I was a tragic headline. To the Vance family, I was a charred memory at the base of a California cliff. But as the small, rusted motorboat cut through the mist of the Okutama Reservoir, I felt more alive than I had since the moment the steering rack of my race car snapped. The fisherman, a man named Sato whose face looked like a topographic map of the Japanese coast, killed the engine.

Nate ran even faster, he may not be a big fan of water but to get to his prey, Nate would not mind swimming across the ocean. Just as we got to the river bank the scent disappeared. Nate growled in frustration as he tried to pick up the scent, but it was gone. Completely. Just across the river was King Thaddeus’s kingdom. I was tempted to swim across, see if we could pick up the scent, but on second thought I decided against it. If Nate was spotted in another Lycan King’s kingdom it would be considered an act of war. I already have one too many enemies, I don’t need more, at least not now. Not when I could die by the end of the year.

she encourages me, but she can’t possibly understand how impossible it is for Nate to leave the pack. I scrape my chin as the skin on it itches. I’ve never dated a guy with such a thick beard as Nate’s, and my skin got a bit bruised. Now that it’s smoothing back, it is itching. “But for what? For another amazing weekend? Even if I would allow myself to think that there is something real between us, the fact is that his life is in Black River, and mine is here. It takes like 6-7 hours for him to get here.”

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"

Dantae defended making Darrelle chuckle as I smiled using my shirt to wipe my face, the scent of the peppermint in my hair become stronger because of the sweat my heated body released. "I'm a woman," I fired back as we began making our way back to the bleachers. "With a fast fucking release," Jason replied laughing slightly. "We having rematch next week," Dantae announced "Next week ain't gonna work," Darrelle announced. "Cause you know that was luck, ya'll wasn't supposed to win," Dantae fired at his brother making him laugh. "No, Christmas is Tuesday and Nia, her mom and her grandma making Christmas dinner I'm going to need about two weeks to recover," he explained making us laugh, the fac

He replied and Kyle glared at him. "I'm not Carlos, alright." He snapped and Brandon rolled his eyes. "Okay anyway, what happened?" I said with impatience. "The culprit is actually is his enemy Oscar River." Brandon said and I frowned in confusion, Kyle noticed and took out of his bag and showed me a newspaper. "Oscar River is a gang leader in Florida, he always hated Nate because he won every race so like the pussy he is, he fucking sabotaged his car." Kyle explained and I clenched my fist in anger, this pussy hurt Nate because he wanted to win. He's dead.

He is one of the richest and influential men of Cordova City now at his young age. I'm so proud of him. He makes Bexon signed. I just thought Nate, my face was getting hot, right away. Damn! I covered my face so that Natalie would not notice. We were close to home so I arranged myself. They are also just two siblings Aunt Zabea and Nate's Dad. Looks like just Nate and Natalie. It's just that the two of them still don't get along. Dogs and cats are even better when they quarrel. *** (Guevarra's Mansion)

🌊 The River Witch Genre: Supernatural Thriller Target Audience: Teen and young adult readers (ages 14+) Tone: Dark, mysterious, emotionally intense Protagonist: Amara Nwosu, a 17-year-old girl with ancestral ties to an ancient river deity Setting: A remote Nigerian village surrounded by dense forest and a cursed river Last Recap: