Nathan Narra Novels & Stories

Biting my bottom lip, I dialed the woman’s number, returning her call “Inna…” “Where the fuck are you? I’ve been…” “She was with me, mom” Nathan said, walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair dripped on his shoulders, and I could see water droplets sliding down his chest “we couldn’t call because we were a bit too busy”

she shrink in her head. The paparazzi cameras flashed continously and Vine stood awkwardly in front of them. She flashed her award winning smile as a female reporter in a tight red dress hurried towards her and... walked right passed her. It took a few seconds for reality to set in. All cameras were in fact focused on the captivating man standing just behind Vine. Nathaniel Ross Jnr, grandson of the multi billionaire and business tycoon Nathaniel Ross. Nathaniel Ross Jnr popularly known as Nate, apart from being the billionaire's spoilt grandson, was also a very successful movie director. He had directed many movies which always had a playboy as the main character. The media had written sev

“Oh, so you want to go back to the States, huh? The press there is more relentless than ours, Norah. Even if you managed to drop out of sight, I would still have an ugly smudge on the bank’s reputation to erase.” “At this very moment, I care as much about the bank as it does about me,” Norah informed him coldly. “I’m done with all this… I want to go home!” she yelled trying to get up. “In fact, I’m demanding it!” “Please remain seated, Norah. We’re lifting off.” He pointed to where the horizon lowered beneath them. “Dammit!” Norah mumbled and crossed her arms on her chest. “Much better,” Leone said nodding. “Now, let’s talk about your photo of me.”

“Now it’s real.” Nathan placed their last bag down by the door and stretched his arms, his muscles tight from hours behind the wheel. “Rest,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Tomorrow is when the real work begins.” Zara nodded, even though her mind was anything but restful. As she changed into something comfortable and lay back on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts a tangled mess of fear, hope, and anticipation. Somewhere out there — maybe just a few hours’ drive away — was a woman who might hold the answers to a lifetime of silence.

"Just hold for ten more seconds, hold, hold, eight, seven—" I lifted my arm high up and waited for the countdown to finish. It took me a while to realise that Sarah had ended her countdown abruptly, and I turned back. "Hey, I've been doing this for twenty seconds, why didn't you tell me to stop? Sarah? Sarah—" I turned back, and goosebumps spread across my body. "Hello, my dear Rachael? Or should I call you Ray, just like your file says?" Nathan stood behind me. He sported a large smirk on his face like he had won the lottery.

he announced dramatically, eyeing Nathan with a playful smirk. Nathan, ever composed, simply rolled his eyes with an amused smile. "What news?" Sarah asked, her curiosity genuine. "Your friend here," Lucas gestured to Nathan, "just accepted the Chairman position for the North American Alliance of Werewolf Therapists Management." My eyes widened slightly, impressed. "That’s...amazing," I said, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. "Congratulations, Nathan." Nathan shrugged modestly, but there was pride in his tone. "It’s a necessary role for guiding our packs’ mental health initiatives. I’m honored to take it on."

“This is insane.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My stomach coiled with tension as another image hit the screen: Nathan. He stepped out of Harrington Global like he owned the earth beneath his feet. Perfectly pressed suit. Jaw set. Cufflinks glinting like daggers. The crowd around him parted like water. “There he is,” Olivia breathed. “Jesus. He looks like he just declared war.” Reporters swarmed. “Nathan Cross, are you dissolving Harrington Global?”

Don't make me be the villain. Nate

Of course. William learned more about Nathan in the past couple of months from Grace, than he ever wanted to know about any human being with whom he wasn’t directly concerned. Nathan, an accomplished actor and movie director, who at twenty-nine had already made two festival darlings and was being hailed as the next great auteur of American independent cinema. Nathan, the assistant director of Tethered Hearts. Nathan, who had a great vision for this film. Nathan this, Nathan that. And yeah, Nathan who wouldn’t stop texting Grace even after work hours.

I should have said something else to turn the conversation, but as a chef, food was the first thing that came to my mind first, and as a fool, without thinking or using my brain a little more, I said those words. “Do you like Thai?” Nathan asked and emptied the doorway for me so that I could enter the main house. I carefully tried to pass him so that we didn’t touch at all, but that was another failure. Nathan was a massive guy, like Chris Hemsworth, who was my favorite, by the way. Okay, now back to Nathan the big muscle guy, with that body he needed to give me more space, which he didn’t, and my chest perfectly touched his; however, I didn’t think much of that at all.