Nathan Narra Novels & Stories

There was something she needed to say, something she needed to do before she could truly put this nightmare behind her. Henry noticed her hesitation and gently cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with concern. “Nina, what is it? What’s wrong?” Nina took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say. “I need to talk to Kelly,” she said, her voice firm despite the tears still in her eyes. “I need to…thank her.” Henry looked surprised but didn’t argue. He nodded, understanding that this was something Nina needed to do. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll come with you.”

She was the stupid one here and the stupid one for even thinking maybe he liked her just a little bit. After Talia took her gaze away, she clenched her hands into fist, staring down at her glass of wine. A tear nearly dropped off Talia's eyes and when she heard a gasp escaped Taylor's lips, she raised her head to see what was happening. Nathan was being showcased on a screen how he had taken down most of their enemies. They were pictures of him claiming people's life, and they were also videos of him drenched in blood as he held a gun and looked more like a monster.

Betrayal. Nathan smirked slightly, clearly amused by the sudden tension in the room. He leaned back, arms folded across his chest, his presence as commanding as ever. “Alright.” He began, tilting his head slightly. "One – I once got lost in the middle of the woods for three days. Two – I once fought a bear and won. Three – I secretly love cheesy rom-coms." A beat of silence. Then chaos. "The bear is a lie!" Grace declared. "No, no," Camille interjected. "Nathan could fight a bear. I mean, look at him.The rom-com one has to be fake."

Davina's POV: Nathan was already seated at a small, sun-drenched table near the large front window of the bustling L.A. coffee shop, his gaze fixed intently on the entrance, a palpable mixture of relief and anxiety etched onto his familiar features. The rich aroma of strong coffee beans, mingling with the sweet scent of freshly baked pastries and the low hum of local chatter, filled the air. As I walked through the doorway, he stood up quickly, a hesitant, hopeful smile gracing his lips. He looked thinner than I remembered, his eye looked bruised still, a shadow of worry lingering around his eyes.

I hear Nathan mutter under his breath. This should be interesting.

Most importantly, Nathan Salvor what this new entry is about? Why is the great Winslet all set to hide Scarlett from Nathan Salvor? Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time **************

He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes. Nathaniel never talked much but always stood up against the bullies who targeted weak people. His one menacing look made the bullies question their existence. I sighed in relief when I saw my classroom from my peripheral vision. I almost jumped out of excitement becau- “Wait up Fatso, Where is my assignment, essay or whatever the hell you were supposed to complete? I turned around ready to be grilled. I saw Danika Williams and her minions. “I didn’t do it” I murmured looking down.

How dare you? Nathan didn't flinch. He walked over to his desk, leaning against the edge with an air of practiced calm. "Lena, I told you. Marketing requires a narrative. The world doesn't care about a happy wife writing stories. They care about a survivor. They care about a woman breaking chains."

PROLOGUE Nathan The barber’s shears snipped close to his scalp, the whisper of falling hair louder than his sister’s relentless teasing. "Is this some significant coming-of-age Nate ritual?" Tamara smirked, leaning against the mirror, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Nathan exhaled through his nose. "I’m just trying something new. Please leave me alone." She deepened her voice, puffing out her chest in a poor imitation of him. "I’m Nathan Parker, future alpha, and I take myself very seriously—"

“He’s about your age, medium built, dark in complexion, a bit of mustache, gap teeth and a tattoo of a gun on his right arm.” “Oh! And his left leg is shorter than his right.” “You really have an eye for detail.” “Oh! I’m smart.”[They both chuckle] Nathan is quite still disappointed how he behaved and wondered how he was going to make everything right with his wife. “How did you find your self at club 9? Was the driver who picked you involved?”