Nate The Great Audiobook Novels & Stories

Nate went to his hut with a throbbing headache. The flawless fantasy he had created of his life was shattered and he couldn’t even blame anyone. He knew Bree was right, at least to a certain extent. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t picture his nature inclined and painstakingly peaceful lover in the setting he would be placed after the ascension.

“But we’ve got evidence. Enough to put him away for good.” Nate’s jaw clenched. “Then why are you asking me questions? Let me just say what happened.” He laid it all out—clear, precise, his voice unwavering. From the moment he walked into the school building, to overhearing the disturbing conversation, to stopping something awful from happening. His description was vivid, filled with raw emotion, but firm with conviction. He spoke like someone who’d seen too much and couldn’t keep it buried. I gently tapped his foot under the table, silently telling him to breathe.

Natalie The abandoned warehouse reeks of motor oil and decay, the acrid smell burning my nostrils as I stand behind the protective wall of Jaxon, Marcus, and their most trusted pack warriors. My heart pounds against my ribs as I hear the metallic creak of heavy doors opening, followed by the thud thud thud of the footsteps of multiple men entering the vast space. Once the steps come to a halt, a deep, mocking laugh echoes through the cavernous room, carrying the kind of cruel amusement that makes my skin crawl and break into hives.

The female doctor said in delight and hugged her. "Natalie, I am here to ask you for a favor." Julie said dropping Amanda on couch. Natalie looked at Amanda and frowned. "What happened to her? Did someone attacked her?" Natalie asked looking at her torn clothes "Nathalie five men raped my daughter before my eyes and I was helpless. I can't save her." Julie broke into tears. Natalie gasped and looked at Amanda with pity. She was unable to speak anything. She only hugged Julie and comfort her.

Nate Nate lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face. He exhaled slowly before speaking again."Your revenge is ours now. Tell me, where’s Bruno?" A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes as he added, "And the Crowned Trinity."

“I’m not starting. You did. You asked.” I exhaled sharply, pretending to focus on the movie again, though my heart beat a little faster. “Just answer the question.” Nate leaned back, stretching his legs further across the coffee table, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. “Honestly? I think he’s a good guy.” I turned to him, skeptical. “That’s it? That’s your grand analysis?”

Nathan’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words barely audible through his choked sobs. The dam of emotion that had been holding back for so long burst forth, and he collapsed onto his knees, covering his face with trembling hands. His cries, deep and anguished, filled the room and echoed off the walls, a raw testament to the years of pain and torment he had endured in silence. Each gasp was jagged, each sob a note of grief mixed with the fragile hope that justice was finally within reach.

Nate’s voice was deep, but his tone was filled with humour. I rolled my eyes. “Carry on about that hole and I’ll put you in it, seen as you like to complain about it so much” I told him. Nate threw back his head, as his laughter echoed in my ears. “Oh, I would love to see you try” he raised an eyebrow, peering down at me with those beautiful, emerald eyes. They were filled with fascination as he took a playful step forward, testing me. I twisted my lips as a humorous smirk grew on my lips. I took a step towards him, accepting his challenge.

I roared, my Alpha-mate energy flared for a second, vibrating through the phone line. There was a muffled scuffle, the sound of fabric rustling and a heavy thud, and then the line went quiet. A heartbeat later, a tiny, fragile voice drifted through the speaker. It was so small, so thin, that it nearly shattered my heart right there among the tombstones. "Hello?" I closed my eyes tight, a sob catching in my throat. "Oh, my dear..." "Who is this?" Nate asked, his voice laced with a confusion that was far beyond his years. He paused, a hopeful hitch in his breath. "Papa?"

“Oh” “What am I going to do now?” “What is the tape about?” Nate asked bringing out his phone, Emily told him and he searched it out on YouTube, he gave Emily to watch it on his phone “Thanks Nate” she was so grateful “Remind me to get you your own cell phone” Nate told her “That shouldn’t stop you from eating please” “Alright, alright”