Nathan Narra Novels & Stories

I say politely and hang up. "Blade, Kendrick, Nathan let's go." I yell and they all come running. Nathan is Bailey's son. "We get into the car and get to the pizza place. People look at us weirdly when we walk out after almost an hour of waiting. We get back home and so see everybody in the livingroom. I smile when I see Wren and Daniel cuddled up under a blanket. "Let me help you with that." I hear Mason says and hand him the boxes.

After speaking, he drank a glass of wine. "Nathan is really young and promising. I heard that the products of Nathan's company have gone abroad. I toast you." "Mrs. Franchise is really lucky to have such an excellent son." These people did not forget about Mrs. Nathaniel looked at the group of people, curled his lips, and asked one of them, "Do you know what I do?" The man was startled, and finally smiled awkwardly: "youre so talented, and what you do is naturally amazing."

Only one person ever calls me witj this burner phone so there is really no need checking the screen and I also know it’s followed by bad news. “Adrianna. We need to talk now. It’s about Basha.” Nathan’s voice hit me like a slap all calm and clipped and too quiet. I sat up straighter on the lumpy couch my adrenaline pumping through my veins like caffeine. “What happened?” My voice was scratchy because I hadn’t spoken in hours. “He’s planning something. Something big and definitely ugly. Rafael’s walking into it blind and he won’t stop until someone stops him or kills him. Basha’s not just playing dirty and he is playing long. ” Nathan said his tone razor sharp and rugent.

"She…isn't around anymore." Whew! Almost all of those present sucked in a breath of cold air. The judges were instantly embarrassed and desperate to find a hole in the ground as well. However, the next moment, Nathan said, "That's why I want to see what it's like for people her age to fulfil their dreams, and bring her, to see the world." After he finished his words, everyone burst into thunderous applause. Only Gianna, was desolate and terrified inside. Nathan is a man who was both good and evil, and speaks half-truths and half-falsehoods.

Zack’s POV I watch from the kitchen island, my throat tight, feeling like I’m watching a movie of a life I wasn't allowed to have. Nathan—the man who runs the most feared syndicate in the North—is currently acting like a human jungle gym. It started with "the flying game" and devolved into playful chaos. Nathan is on all fours, letting Lila ride his back like a pony. He’s growling playfully, nipping at her heels until she shrieks with laughter and collapses into the rug. The "Don of Havenfall" just ran after a colorful bouncy ball like a retriever and brought it back in his teeth to a three-year-old.

Nathan stood across from him. Nathan...That's right..Nathan was the shy quiet guy that I used to know. Until he started drinking and partying. I started to open the door when I noticed the veins that glowed bright orange. They covered every inch of him and he fell to his knees, screaming in agony as he burned from the inside out. Bile rose in my throat and I turned away, covering my mouth. I didn't want to see anymore. I closed my eyes, hoping it would just disappear.

Nathan murmured, drinking from his own bottle. I scoffed, playing along, “I don’t think I’ll be taken seriously if I ask anyone for a break. You’re Nathan Andres, you don’t even have to ask.” He turned to face me and I realized that it was the first time we had interacted since before landing in New York. Nathan smiled, all his teeth showing, and then chuckled, “Soon, you’ll be a part of this club as well.” “And which club is that?” I asked. He shrugged, “You know, the theater actors turned superstars.”

Alex said "She worked for you?" Javier asked "Yeah she was thee kids' nanny," Alex said "Does she not know how to speak," Curtis asked "I do know-how," I said and he smiled and said, "Are your only skills looking after kids and being obedient?" "Uncle!" Alex said "No, it's fine. I have a degree and medical, law, and business. I also like to make art and most of my art is sold in a gallery in New York and here. I made my own money since I was sixteen by selling my artwork and I'm not obedient," I said and they all looked a bit shocked