Nathan Narra Novels & Stories

Rhea's Pov Alaric raised an eyebrow, a small, mischievous smirk playing on his lips despite the gravity of the situation. "And you, Nathan? I assume you had to look at these photos for... research purposes and not because you have a bunch of other thoughts in mind?" Nathan’s face turned a brilliant shade of crimson. "I had to! I spent three hours staring at those pictures, comparing them to the medical records I swiped from their respective doctor’s private server. I made such a sacrifice and what are the both of you talking about?!"

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

Thank you so much for reading through the book two of the Nanny affair, my apologies for the little mistakes, you might come across while reading, but trust me, we all make mistakes and we are all human. Now, the story takes a leap of six months, Salem Baltimore alas Andres Khan, brought a fifty percent shares of the company and all this while under the pretense of Lewis Chang, seen at the previous chapter, he takes the from of an interpreter between Elena and Andres Khan.

*** Noah had already prepared a Gaze Reader to meet us in his home. No words come from anyone as we sit down in his living area, all on separate chairs around a small table. The Gaze Reader is the same one from my last attempt, where I changed my mind. I’m too frightened that one word may send everyone spirling into a fit of anger, even if both Cian and Noah seem rather solemn right now.

"How can the faces be so similar? Yes, they are twins. But how can it be as if there is no difference between the two of them? It feels like they are the same person. No, it can't be. Nathania is dead, he is Nathan, a twin brother and they are different people. Yes, they are different people." ***

Chapter 22: In which she is about to get a memorable date night. "You know, this walk of shame usually comes after a night full of hot, passionate sex?" "Why are you so cranky this morning?" Nate peeped around the wall to look at the parking lot, trying to imitate James Bond, who used to be his favourite character back in high school, but I think he looks better than all the actors who played that role...who I seriously know nothing about. God I hate thrillers and action movies and right now, I hate Nathan Synclair!

Max stands up and for a horrible moment the atmosphere changes to an aggressive one, it feels like there's about to be a fight and I'm trapped in my chair, unable to intervene. "Thanks Max, but this time it's true, Leanna and I got together last week on our annual holiday." Nathan says, massaging my shoulder and I feel myself relax, he doesn't want to fight, he's going to avoid it. "Do you mind if I sit down and have my lunch though? Just had PE with Mr Phillips and I'm ready to eat a horse."

“Him who?. I want you to talk to me Nathan ” Nathan’s voice cracked. “The one from before. The one I told you about… back in Calgary. The bully. The reason...the reason I ran with Anabelle.” Elle’s eyes widened slowly as understanding sank in. As she stepped back. “You mean...Noah Grayson? The new CEO is… that Noah?”

“It was only two months without medication. How could she die? It was only two months…” Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled as she questioned me again and again. I let out a cold laugh. “Jaime, are you feeling guilty because you killed someone?” Her face turned ashen. “It was only two months. How could she die without medication?” “Do you know that I fell off a cliff, was taken to the hospital, and stayed in a coma for a month? Did you visit my mother even once during that month?”

The excitement of the money was already gone and she slumped on the bed while closing her eyes. ****** “What do you want to talk to me about mum, you saw I was busy right?” Narhan whined as Mrs Hernandez helped him to lower himself on the couch. The old lady rolled her eyes and also perched on the space near him, “I want to talk to you about yesterday’s exhibition Nathan, is that too much to ask?” She was obviously pissed off. “Bruno already did and I told him everything i needed him to do, I don’t think you have anything else to tell me”