Nathan And Elizabeth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I end the discussion but by the look on their faces they were not done by a long shot. “Wow, you are in love with this girl, talking about marriage and all. No, shut up and listen to me, I am your elder brother.” Nathan stops me when I try to protest, “Now stop this nonsense and go to her. She will take care of you and you can take care of her. I can’t begin to explain how much I regret not making a move on Elizabeth the moment I saw her. So she would have never ended up with that son of a bitch, Michael.” Nathan mutters through his clenched teeth making me raise my eyebrows.

Nathan Tate’s POV Sitting in front of my computer, I glance once again at the photo of Elizabeth MaryAnn Richards. A cosmic smile plays on my lips at the thought that she was going to be my wife. At least then, the media would stop running my name through the mud, jumping to conclusions. Today was the day I would officially meet her, I have a lot of expectations. Any woman in the world would want to be my wife. To be in that position. I can only wonder how Elizabeth reacted when her parents gave her the news.

“Nathan, it’s not what you think.” “Don’t lie to me!” Nathan shouted, taking a step closer. His face was red, his eyes wild. “Do you remember how much Daniel hated you when Grandpa Zizi brought you to stay with us? He couldn’t stand the sight of you! And now you expect me to believe you’re suddenly in love? That you haven’t been playing me for a fool this whole time?” His words were like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. I felt tears prick in my eyes, but I fought them back. I couldn’t cry now. I couldn’t show weakness. “Nathan, please, just listen.”

The dance ended, and the crowd dispersed. Elliot let go of my hand. Suddenly, Nathan grabbed my wrist. He glanced around, and seeing that no one was watching, he lowered his voice with a hint of accusation to say, "Are you really that close with Elliot? Why were you blushing while dancing with him?" I shook off his hand and refused to look at him. "What’s it to you? Ex-boyfriend." Nathan furrowed his brows tightly. "I’m just trying to warn you. Stay away from Elliot. You two don’t belong in the same world."

"Darling?" Nathan woke up to find the spot beside him empty. Monica was no longer in bed. He stood up, pulled on his trousers, and intended to head to the bathroom, but a letter caught his eye, lying on the table. [I’ve gone out for shopping and some self-care today. Don't go looking for me!] Nathan sighed in disappointment; he had already been imagining a morning kiss after what happened last night. It seemed his wife hadn't fully accepted him yet.

Paul informed, raising his drink for a toast. Nathan and Jay both lifted their glasses but Nathaniel ended up dropping the drink. "You still don't drink? Even till now?" Jay asked noticing what Nathaniel did. "What do you think? He is still very much afraid. He might end up raping another Isabella." Paul was the one who replied this time earning a laughter from Jay and an eye roll from Nathaniel. He knows Nathaniel won't get mad at him, they do that to themselves all the time. * * Nathan prepared and left for Queen's company the next day. He requested from the new receptionist that was on desk to see Isabella but he was told that Isabella hasn't arrived yet. He then asked to know where Isabe

Then that faint almost-smile again. “You do.” My stomach flipped, and I hated how easily he could pull me out of balance without even touching me. From the side, I could hear Yssa laughing loudly now, completely absorbed in whatever nonsense was happening on her phone, and I silently thanked the universe for her lack of awareness. Because this conversation… This was not something she could interrupt. Nathan’s gaze shifted briefly toward her, then back to me. “I could sit here and let you pretend all night,” he said, voice calm again, “but I didn’t come here to play along.”

Nathan’s domineering behavior made me feel guilty. Now that I was on the verge of starting a relationship, I feared that Stephen might discover our shady escapades. If he happened to find out, I would cross us both off completely. I was at a dead end. Nathan: Irene, you’re pushing me to my limit! Nathan said. He sounded like a man speaking to his wife—yet that was far from our reality. We didn’t even have a serious relationship. He always wanted to have the upper hand, and his demands were like orders that had to be carried out immediately.

she waves her hand in the air to explain her exhaustion and all of us agree. "He's not here because of another reason though," Jo frowns and Mrs. Lee moves her now curious eyes to the boy before nodding at him to continue. "Nathan was- he was behaving weird last night, refused to acknowledge his relationship with Sophie and then he referred to Teressa as his wife."

“I gave you everything, and you blew it. Now you’re what—someone’s toy? You think whatever loser you’re shacking up with actually wants you long-term? You’re used goods, Elizabeth.” She slapped him. The sound cracked like lightning between them. For a second, the fair seemed to go silent. Nathan blinked, stunned. Then he laughed. “There she is. The fake little lioness.” Elizabeth’s chest rose and fell quickly. “Don’t come near me again.” “Or what? You’ll cry to your new man?” he taunted. “Please. If he hasn’t dumped you already, he will soon. No man wants a woman who’s been passed around and comes with a warning label.”