Nathan Narra Novels & Stories

I bit into it, sweet and soft, then it melted on my tongue. At the window, I saw Gianna's figure standing in the distance, near a shady tree. She was watching me. I didn't care. I smiled at Nathan. "Tell me about yourself," I said. "What have you been doing all this time?" Nathan started talking, about his studies, about the student organization he joined, and about his plan to become a lawyer and help the little people oppressed by corrupt businessmen. "Now it's my turn to ask, are you happy married to your husband?" he asked.

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.

A massive man who looked like he could bench-press a car, covered in tattoos, wearing a leather jacket that had seen better days. "Miss Morgan," Nathaniel said, standing up. "This is Marcus Rivera. I mentioned him yesterday." The terrifying man offered his hand. "Nice to meet you. Nathan says you're writing a story about him."

I’m free of my jacket as Arry takes them to dump on a nearby chair. “Thanks, not so bad yourself old man.” I jest with him. I’ve known Nathan as long as I have known Arrick; he used to frequent all the group trips he ever took me on. He now works tirelessly to put my boys’ face all over the New York fight scene and is the reason Arrick is fast becoming a known star. I love Nathan to bits; he’s tall with dark, almost black hair and deep brown eyes, pretty cute as men go and totally built like a boxer. I know he sometimes trains with Arry, but never went down the route of becoming a pro. He’s cocky, womanizer with a cheeky smile, roaming eye, and a serious aversion to commitment, generally a n

Naina's questions left Parjo at a loss for words. "Come on, Sir. Follow that car." And so, Parjo continued to narrate until he couldn't help but share the part where Seira, the woman called "Mami" by their miss, arrived. Even then, Parjo didn't know who to ask for help. Nathan was in Medan. His work couldn't be postponed, as his assistant had said. Parjo understood Nathan's busy schedule out there. Even when the big boss, Noah, was still alive, most of his time was spent working.

was clean, calm, and smelled faintly like lemon soap and therapy. Rachel led him through a series of white hallways until they reached the common area. There, sitting cross legged in a lavender hoodie with a messy bun and a face that mirrored Rachel’s but with more sarcasm etched into the lines, was Sara. She looked up and pointed. “So this is him.” Nathan stopped two feet short and offered a sheepish smile. “Guilty.” Rachel’s hand brushed his back. “Sara, meet Nathan. Nathan, Sara.” “Nice to meet you,” he said, then added, “I come bearing gifts and an awkward sincerity.” Sara stood, her eyes narrowing just a bit, head tilted like she was inspecting a rare bird. Rachel cleared h

I hoped he was doing okay with whatever business he had to handle. Suddenly, Maya screamed. "Ariana! Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" I bolted upright, my heart jumping. I looked at the screen and froze. There was Nathaniel. He was in full CEO mode, looking intimidating and incredibly powerful in a dark suit. He was seated behind a long table cluttered with dozens of microphones, and the constant flash of cameras lit up his handsome, stoic face. "What is he doing?" I whispered.

The two had similar temperament and appearance, Nathan would ask Lily to stand in for him whenever he wanted to sneak off, just so that she could be kept busy too. Meanwhile, Lily mumbled gloomily, "Now that Nate has left, when will he be back?" Staring at Nathan's back as he left, Johnathan answered, "Soon..." On the other hand, Nathan returned to Taadi City in his private plane. When he arrived at Taadi City, the news had already caused an uproar. There were people who managed to take a video of Sahara's boastful attitude and uploaded it onto the web. Furthermore, the media even unearthed the Miss Damien that Sahara had mentioned.

He was proud of the person he had become, and he was eager to continue his journey of growth and self-discovery. With the support of Miranda, Isabella, Emily, Claire, and his other loved ones, Nathan embarked on the next chapter of his life with renewed hope and determination. He continued to pursue his passions, both in his career and in his artistic endeavors, and he dedicated himself to being a source of support and inspiration for others facing their own challenges.

Nathan's voice was light, his smile thinly veiled, hand extended in greeting. Jethro's eyes seared into the hand resting on my shoulder, his glare scorching. Brushing off Nathan's gesture, Jethro said icily, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Seeing Jethro's hostile demeanor toward Nathan, I felt my mood lift slightly. "Nathan Redfield, General Manager of Nexus. Mr. Jethro, we are bound to cooperate in the future." Despite Jethro’s frigid attitude, Nathan's demeanor remained cordial.