Nathan Prescott Novels & Stories

"I'm Victoria. The Phoenix Mafia knows me as a human calculator and a human memory bank. Sadly, I didn't use my gifts for the right reasons. I served prison time for monetary fraud. Mr. Quinton heard of my gifts and was instrumental in my early release and being recruited by him." "I'm Nathan, a former soldier for the armed forces. Back in my time serving the country, I was a specialist in weapons and chemical warfare. I was discharged after going AWOL for a week. I guess Mr. Quinton wanted someone to take care of the arms dealings in the underground, so he recruited me.

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

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

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.

A plate of untouched rice and grilled chicken has gone cold hours ago. Nathan sits on the floor, his back against the couch, legs stretched out, shoulders slumped in resignation. His shirt is wrinkled, collar slightly stained. His laptop is open in front of him, casting a harsh white glow across his tired face. Several browser tabs are open—each one a new insult, a different angle of betrayal. One blog post catches his eye. He clicks it. “Power Fatherhood: Regan Kareem A slideshow begins. Regan in a tailored suit. Zara glowing in a regal gown (an old photo)

Perfection wasn't a habit; it was compulsion. At the airport, a security agent waved him past the queue, eyes skittering away from his face. Nathan’s reputation preceded him: the 34-year-old who’d outmaneuvered Shell in Jakarta, who’d turned down Forbes interviews, who’d never once been photographed with a drink in hand. The Vanguard heir didn’t “relax”. He optimized.

he hissed. I shrugged. “I recorded you abusing your power. Let’s just say it’s a little trick I learned from my brother. Works every time. You’re not the only one with evidence, Senator White.” The room fell deathly silent except for the soft beep of medical machines. Lauren stared between us in horror. Quentin looked like he wanted to disappear. I pressed play. Nathan’s own voice filled the room—clear, arrogant, and damning: “…I’ll make sure your wife rots in prison while she’s pregnant… inmates love fresh meat… your wife fits the bill perfectly…”

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.

it seems Nathan has found his traitor and shit is about to get real. Nathan instructs Ben to search George and get everything he’s carrying especially his phones he then goes to his office to talk to his father about what just happened. He needs to know where his father got the number and who else George has been working with. He needs to gather all the facts before starting to interrogate Mr. Fox. He takes out his phone and calls his father. “Hello, dad!” “Nathan, who is it? “It’s George Fox dad, the Fox have betrayed us…..Dad, are you still there? Dad!”

"Obviously." "Why are you so worked up about it? Just breathe, dude!" Lucas's fists curled with anger, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. Nathan's entitled attitude had always grated on his nerves. Nathan seemed to effortlessly get whatever he wanted, primarily due to his looks. With an athletic build, dark grey eyes, a Mohican cut, and well-defined features, he exuded an understated handsomeness and latent power. Money was never an issue for him, as he was the CEO of Grey-Tech, the largest tech company in Texas, despite being in his late twenties. Nathan always sought opportunities to flaunt his wealth and bask in his success, but this time, his attempt had gone awry.