Nate The Great Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The mumbling around Zane only grew louder and he sighed, trying his hardest not to lose his patience. “I can assist you if you want me to.” A deep, calm voice broke through the noise and it went silent as all eyes focused on a young dude wearing glasses. “Great, thanks.” Zane let out, turning away from Kimberly and Mr. Elrod to face the boy. “Nathan, this doesn’t concern you. So stay the fuck out of it.” Kimberly spat. Ignoring her piss expression, Nathan smiled politely at Zane as he replied, “Thanks for pointing that out, Kimberly. But I will help nonetheless.”

Nate sat on the crude bed and spoke arrogantly. Beside him, Emma was feeding Olly. “Nate, we can’t let them off the hook. Lila’s too smug. How dare she throw us out? After we destroy that hotel, I want her to beg for my forgiveness.” Nate sneered. “Don’t worry. He’s just a country bumpkin. It’ll be easy for me to get rid of him.” Half an hour later, Nate’s phone started ringing. He answered the call smugly.

Max: You look exhausted. Nate glanced at the selfie he'd sent. He was still wearing his hospital ID. His hair was a mess. He looked terrible. Nate: Thank you. Very supportive. Max: I meant you still look good. Nate stared at the message. He smiled despite himself. Nate: Go do your homework. Max: You're avoiding the compliment. Nate: I'm tired. Max: That's not a denial. Nate laughed. He put the phone down. That should have been the end of it.

That wasn't like any dream I've ever had before. I couldn't see anything, only heard voices. Voices that sounded like my mom and dad. It felt more like a weird foggy memory. And what were they talking about? "You're awake." I jump a little at the sudden sound of Nate's voice. He's walking through his bedroom door. He's fully dressed, a long-sleeved black shirt that hugs him perfectly, more black jeans, same black boots. He has a dark gray beanie pulled over his hair that he slides off and throws onto the edge of the bed.

Although, that eating out session yesterday didn't help it at all. "Sure, I'm free. But your driver is still waiting for me... won't he be sad that he waited all that time for nothing?" "Of course he won’t be sad, don't worry about him. I'll be there in just a couple of minutes, I'm close.” "That guy absolutely likes you, now I'm sure," Nate says as soon as the call ends and I lower my phone from my ear, "He's going too far for someone he just wants to have sex with."

Nathaniel asked with concern and there I was feeling my throat jamming slowly. Answering him is going to be more difficult then. “ALLIE!” I flinched when I heard his loud voice. “Y-yeah?” “I’m talking to you! Please tell me, are you okay? Where are you? You don’t seem—,” and I decided to interrupt him even though my throat was blocking, preventing me from speaking. “Nate is murdered, Nathaniel!” I said straight, waiting for his answer. Silence spread over the call and the next, he gasped, “Wh-what?”

“You probably think I’m crazy but I’m not! I’m not!” “Then how do you explain that you can hear a voice that other people can’t?” “I don’t know,” Nate says with desperate energy. “I just do. Maybe he’s truly part vampire. You know… like the image he promoted on stage.” “Oh, Nate,” Kate says, squeezing his hands. The ring of the school bell announces the start of third period. But instead of someone saved by the bell, Nate retains the look of a criminal whose death sentence has just been handed down.

Glasses and everything. His body convulses, and then collapses when I rip it out of his head, the suctioning noise lost in the chaos. "I guess we're done here," Nate says, his boredom evident in his tone and voice. "It's okay, ladies. You're safe now." Cain assures them, "We're one of the good guys." He tells them as he tries to lead them towards the exit. "Never thought I'd hear the day I was referred to as one of the good guys," Nate tells me.

But she was too proud to let it show. Nate’s stories made everyone around us smile. He spoke about our adventures as if they were great tales of bravery, his eyes shining with excitement. He laughed about the time we had to hide in the bushes, making it sound like a grand game. I was relieved that he saw it that way, that he wasn’t afraid. When it was time to go in for the hearing, Nate’s face fell. He clung to my hand, his earlier excitement fading. I squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. “We’ll be back soon,” I promised.

I heard him in the next room, his voice low and controlled, and I lay there and listened to the register of it the way I had learned to — not the words but the quality, the specific compression that meant something was wrong and he was deciding how wrong before he said it out loud. Levi was awake too. He was lying on his back beside me looking at the ceiling with the stillness of someone who had already understood from the sound of Nate’s voice that the island was over. “How bad,” he said. To the ceiling. “I do not know yet,” I said. Nate came back into the room. He stood in the doorway in the early light with his phone in his hand and his face arranged into the expression he wore when he ha