Nathan Narra Novels & Stories

She was sick of the disdain everyone was showing her. "I am no traitor" she reiterated, her tone cold and hard, but the alpha just continued staring at her with his dark look. "Who are you?" Alpha Kieran ask instead, his unblinking eyes never left Narrah who met his eyes with equal intensity. "I am Narrah. I'm maybe a no-one today, but I am not a traitor. I cannot give you my name until I gain to claim it but I have honorable blood running through my veins" Narrah exclaimed with polite arrogance.

"I require access to all of our files pertaining to The Architect. I need to know who is behind the strings if they are pursuing me. Gregor's face was unreadable as he sipped his drink. "Are you certain you're prepared to confront the past?" Nathan didn't think twice. "I have no other option." Anita's gut twisted as she observed the conversation. She detested feeling alienated in her own life, as if Nathan had been a part of a whole other universe that she was unable to comprehend. She took a step forward. "Tell me everything." Something flickered in Nathan's eyes as he met her gaze. "Anita—" "No." She gave a headshake. "Nathan, no more secrets. I must be aware of the challenges we face. The

For several seconds, he said nothing. His gaze slowly lifted toward the blank wall ahead of him. Then slowly… He smiled. The kind of smile that signaled something dangerous was about to happen. Nathan leaned back in his chair confidently. “I’m Nathan Mills,” he said with quiet authority. His voice carried pride, power, and absolute certainty. “No one takes what belongs to me.”

Nathan’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words barely audible through his choked sobs. The dam of emotion that had been holding back for so long burst forth, and he collapsed onto his knees, covering his face with trembling hands. His cries, deep and anguished, filled the room and echoed off the walls, a raw testament to the years of pain and torment he had endured in silence. Each gasp was jagged, each sob a note of grief mixed with the fragile hope that justice was finally within reach.

He climbed in and held his backpack on his lap and watched the city move past him and didn’t let himself think too hard about whether this was a good idea because he already knew it was the only idea. He wanted his mummy. Not Emma. Not the version of mummy that Emma performed when she wanted something from him. He wanted Sarah. The press conference room was three quarters full when Nathan arrived. He scanned the room out of habit as he walked in — counted the cameras, clocked the faces he recognised, noted the two he didn’t and flagged them mentally for his assistant. The energy was what he expected. Curious, a little restless, the particular attention of people who had been told something d

She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny," Ivailo didn't move a muscle. He just stared at her like he was seeing dirt. His rigid face was expressionless. Ollie tried to maintain her smile. Perspiration slid down her cheek. She gripped her bag on her side to keep herself calm. She couldn't blow this. This was her client. All she needed to do was be amicable. "I'm an associate of the Werewolf-Human Integrating Program, you must have heard about it right?"

Tall, quiet, standing in the light. Nathan.

Dara exclaims. “Especially if your bestie is a muse. It’s in my nature to help people bring their dreams to life,” Nathan adds with a cheeky grin. Dara and Nathan are the romantic sentimentalists of the group. And I love them for it. Hmm… a wish. One look at the flickering candles and my jaguar has already made her wish: she wants her mate. Please, she begs me. I can’t think of anything better, so with an internal eye-roll at her, I go with it….

Says one up front. I sigh. I'm not getting out of this easily. "Nara. Not getting the rest." I look over at Nathaniel . He is twirling the knife around his fingers, with nails polished in chipping black paint. This guy scares the shit out of me. Way more than the front two idiots. He has his hair up in a tiny little pony tail. In front of his ear he has a small tattoo of a snake wrapping around a sword. His plaid joggers have black straps around them, and his short boots seem massive compared to his ankles.

“Sorry, but... Sir, who are you? Why do you want to talk to me?" Katrin, who had originally directed her gaze at Nathan, now turned to Liana, with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, you don't know him? But earlier he said..." Katrin's words trailed off and then turned back to Nathan, who immediately flinched, understanding that he had to explain his position to Liana at this time. "I'm Nathan, Nathan Mahardika—a friend and fellow doctor from Erick." "I thought you and Liana had known each other before, did you know she just introduced herself to you today?" Katrin's interrogation, she is starting to feel wary of Nathan's presence, which she thinks is strange.