Nate The Great Audiobook Novels & Stories

He was adorably innocent and stocky. He waddled to Albert and Aster with his little backpack, shouting, "Great-Grandpa, Great-Grandma." "Dear me." Albert patted Nathan's hand, gazing dotingly at his great-grandson. "Let me hold you. Did my little Nate go to school today?" "Daddy and Mommy said they were bringing me to see Great-Grandpa. I want to see you!" "Good boy! Nate, who is this? Do you still remember them?" Albert pointed at Gabriella and Henry.

Uriah glanced at Carter, his voice low and deliberate. "You… you've got the biggest problem of the three of you today. By far." He gestured toward the chair. "Sit. Let me check—see just how deep this runs." Carter looked over at Nate. Nate rubbed the back of his head, awkward and uneasy. He could tell what Carter was thinking. They'd all heard the rumors—this old man was supposed to be some legendary doctor, a true miracle worker. Nate had spent a fortune and months of effort tracking him down.

I kept reciting my mantra to myself, 'This is normal, relax. Nate shifted into a beautiful grey wolf and padded softly forward. He stopped just in front of us and then placed his nose against my exposed groin. I felt his tongue come out and slide against my puffy lower lips. The sensation of being licked while still so full was intoxicating. I watched as Anthony shifted and followed Nate.

Violetta asked kindly, glancing at Izzy with a small smile. Nate paused, pulling the reins on his horse. He put his hand up to hush the people behind him. He heard something. He thought he recognized the voice, but he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t heard it in years. “What is it?” Seth asked, riding up alongside Nate. “I thought I heard a voice,” Nate said shaking his head. He closed his eyes and focused on the face of the woman that was calling out to him. “Izzy?” Kate asked hopefully as she looked between Seth and Nate.

Because I need those three listenings to decide what order to do things in, which is a habit I have developed over the past month, the instinct to sequence before I act, to know what I am going to do before I start doing it so that nothing I do becomes something someone else can use before I am ready. Nathan’s voice on the recording is different from the Nathan Sterling who sat across from me in the conference room with his hands flat and still on the file. That Nathan was performing. This Nathan sounds like a man who has been awake all night and has decided that whatever he left out of his statement is more dangerous to hold than to release.

They all hope he agrees to tell them who he is. Sadie threw her head back as she put the call across Nathan. Nathan picked immediately the phone rang. " Hey baby, how are you doing angel?" Nathan's voice rang across the place. It felt so domineering yet so cool, smooth and friendly. Everyone stayed quiet with different thoughts running through their mind. That voice sounded sexy. He must be so handsome. They all wish to scream but at the same time, they want to listen. Sadie blushed bowing her head.

“Look what we have here.” I recognized that voice. Nate. He was bigger than me. Older. Louder. Cruel. “Hey, blind boy,” he continued, circling me. I could hear his footsteps moving around, deliberately slow. “I heard that blind people have excellent hearing since they can't see. So why don't you touch me? Come on. You can find me if you listen very carefully, right?” Laughter followed. Not just his. His friends were there too. I could hear them shifting, whispering, laughing under their breath like hyenas.

the court sage said, gesturing for him to sit down, Nathan sat, staring around before settling his gaze on the sage. “I need a book, to look out for a bird,” Nathan said, drawing forward, “you were attacked?” the sage asked and Nathan nodded, “what kind of bird is it?” the sage asked, his eyes piecing from his glasses, “a dark Raven, big and wide,” Alpha Nathan described scanning the books on his desk, “a dark Raven..” the sage repeated searching through the bI need a book, to look out for a bird,” Nathan said, drawing forward, “you were attacked?” the sage asked and Nathan nodded, “what kind of bird is it?” the sage asked, his eyes piecing from his glasses, “a dark Raven, big and wide,” Alp