Nate Romanowski Novels & Stories

Luke then looked at me and said, “Jasmine, this is Nate. He manages this restaurant. He’s from the Autumn Moon Pack.” Nate held out his hand for me to shake. Once I took his hand, he said, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Jasmine.” I noticed his eyes glanced at my collarbone. After letting go of my hand, Nate looked at Luke and said, “No mark on her yet, I see. Must still be early days.” “That’s correct,” Luke replied. “We just very recently realized that we’re mates, and it’s our first date.” “Well, I hope she’s marked next time I see you,” he winked at Luke. “Anyway, I wanted to come by and say hello to our VIP guests. Anything you need, just let our staff know and we’ll take care of you

The big boss was quiet for a while as he leaned back on the sofa and crossed his leg, he sat there observing Rosanne for a while before finally settling down to speak, “You know Roseanne, I don’t do things because I want validation from people” “Of course” He nodded and continued, “I am a self made man and I have made a name for myself over the years, even if my fans may have jumped into conclusion about any I have been on if news for some days now, I think they know that Nathan Hernandez does not do anything without thinking it out first” he paused for a moment, his eyes looking directly at the camera, “this is supposed to be my personal matter but I will share a few thoughts about that wit

Nate dropped the sticks on the ground and sat beside her, something she hardly noticed. She turned to face Nate, attempting to figure out why he was there, and said, "I don't recall seeing you anywhere. Something must have happened in the pack after I left." "Oh, Miss Kamara, I apologize. I didn't introduce himself," he was a courteous man with a unique manner of speaking with people. "I'm the new beta of the Moon Howlers Pack." "How come?" She was momentarily perplexed. "I believed that Caiden had sent Enzo after me."

I can't wait to see our other brothers faces when they meet her. "Where just cleaning up Mr Coleman, then we will be heading back, and yes we got them out and we're bringing someone with us so please prepare a room for our guest" Owen responded to him. At this we turned around and gathered all of our warriors so we can start the stretch back home. "Who the fuck are you fucking bringing with you? I thought you were going to sort everything out there? Is it a fucking man or woman? I need.... "We cut the mind link off knowing he would rant and rave the whole time if we let him, I definitely didn't want to have a headache before we got home. Owen stepped over to her, were she was watching everyt

“Lying or not, stay away from him. What's your deal with this guy anyway?” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and released a deep sigh. “I feel guilty” Kate scoffed. “About what?” “Nathan's life was destroyed when his company collapse and it was all Lukas' doing. I think he also has a hand in his restaurant's fire. I feel like I owe him” Kate raised a brow, incredulous. “Owe him? Grant group collapsed because they deserved it. They ran several illegal organizations I can't begin to mention. I know Lukas can be a dick sometimes, but he wouldn't stoop so low as to burn his restaurant down”

I took a seat. The same elder spat back. "The last I remember, you were never elected as Alpha, instead you seized the seat of your step-brother, Nathan, and remanded him in prison." "It doesn't matter a fib to you. I am the Alpha of the Bloodcrest pack. And there's nothing you can do to revoke that!" They fell silent surprisingly, as if taking my words into consideration. "And the wolfless omega you brought back?" A cracked voice, that came out from the seventh elder said. "What's delaying her beheading? Don't keep the axe hungry, because it'd need more blood to fight the hunger off."

“I wish I could.” Roman’s fists clenched. “You don’t trust me.” “That’s not the problem.” “Then what is?” Nate hesitated, because once spoken aloud, the truth could never be taken back. Finally he answered. “I don’t trust the people listening.” Roman’s expression changed, confusion replacing anger. “What people?” Nate glanced almost imperceptibly toward the security camera mounted in the corner of the office. Roman followed his gaze, then slowly looked back at his brother. Neither of them spoke.

Kane slid into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. The redhead was making him talk. More than he had in an entire week. He wasn't sure how she did it. He wasn't a talkative person—Sebastian and the guys at the ring never shut up about it. You're a broody motherfucker, Kane. Loosen up a little. But he didn't like talking. He didn't like smiling either. Yet, here he was.

“You were together in Dubrovnik last summer.” “A lifetime has passed since then.” Natasha’s closed smile masked a darker emotion, one I couldn’t identify. Richard sent a sidelong glance in my direction. His gaze shifted up my legs to my breasts and latched onto the collar around my neck. He seemed to be holding his breath before he asked, “What brings you to Chicago, Natasha?” The older man shrugged, “A little of this, a little of that. You know, business.” “What business are you in?” Roman leaned back on the couch with her legs crossed. Her black patent-leather high-heeled sandal hung half off her foot, and her toenails were painted black to match.

We stayed that way for hours, making up for last night's lack of conversation as we learned everything we could about one another. Nate was a physiotherapist, employed by a number of sporting leagues to assist in the rehabilitation of all the big-name stars. He primarily worked with the NBA, but had also had a lot of experience with various MLB and NHL players. Given that his job didn't really require the normal nine-to-five commitment, he spent a lot of his spare time doing freelance graphic design jobs for small businesses. He was the sort of person who had a finger in every pie, and seemed to be good at just about everything.