Nathan Prescott Novels & Stories

To Nathan, this wasn't just a project; it was a pivotal development in his political journey, not to forget the fact that I was his biggest financial supporter during his last election. He could not afford to ruin our relationship. That being said, Nathan came from an influential family, being the Slade family, but he wasn't really favoured compared to his cousin, who was running for the Senate in the next election. Nathan was doing his best to get the slot; his goal was to be the Senate president. "Just think about it, my hands are pretty tied Mikhail. I know Jessica crossed the line, I promised she would never do such a thing again. " He was pretty desperate. The problem was that I wasn't

“Do you know Alpha Jonathan Anderson?” Nathan’s low, deep voice cut through the silence first. I frowned. “Jonathan Anderson? No. I’ve never heard the name.” I lied. Nathan studied me for a moment. His eyes, sharp as a wolf assessing his prey. He searched my face as if searching for any sign of deception. My heartbeat stayed steady. My wolf lifted her chin with confidence. Satisfied, he exhaled and looked away. “He’s the CEO of Celestyr Brand,” Nathan explained, handing me a tablet. “He publicly defended you on their official blog this morning.”

It looked positively sinful and delicious. “Oh you know him then?” Lancelot asked sharply. “Seen him in the newspaper. He is a big businessman, the one who has the maximum share in oil,” said Nathan as he cut off a huge slice of that Dundee cake in the middle of the table. “My father would regard it as a huge honour if you would dine with him at Bradburt Manor this evening,” continued Lancelot with a smile on his face all the time as he continued his conversational struggle going on with Nathan and Susan felt no inclination at all to help him out. After all he himself had landed himself in this soup and he needed to get out of it himself.

Tyson Beckford as Calvin Gyamfi ~Calvin~ Present- March 10th, 2036 I am currently in the kitchen, talking to Calvin on the phone. Nathanial’s birthday is coming up, and I would love for him to come and visit his nephew. He lives in America and is still the current CEO of Daniels Incorporated. He already missed his first and second birthday parties. Now, he is might miss his third.

"What?" "Maine was the one who sold your real location to me and had me plan this event earlier. So you see, I am always a step ahead of you." Nathan continued to grin as he brought out Macerio’s pills and inhaler from his back pocket. He threw it at him like a piece of dog and watched him struggle to reach it. And when he finally did reach it, Nathan continued.

He hired a team to help him in his campaign, which would take him to the Position of the president. His name is Flinn Prescott. He is experienced in political campaigning. He and his team are the ones who helped Nathan's uncle to win the position in the previous elections. Knowing their talent, Noel hired them first for fifty million dollars before Nathan can. And sure enough, Noel is the candidate who was said to win this time. Noel is frowning deeply. "I spoke with her and told her how much we need this hundred million to win this time. She said she will try asking him again" Noel replied. He is confident that Nancy would pull something to get him what he wants. After all, she is his daugh

“I don’t believe in God’s gift but I do believe in the power of money. And you hand it to a young, ambitious doctor with an obsession for power, we get…what did you just say?” “God’s gift,” Gerald supplies. “Yes! God’s gift.” Hampton is sweating. “Find Hastings,” Nathan orders. “Or I’ll report you to the cops. Got it?” Hampton’s fingers clench into a fist but he nods. “Good,” Nathan says. “Now go away.” Feeling relieved, Hampton leaves the room. “Sir, what are you going to do now?” Gerald asks. “I’ll watch the show,” Nathan says cryptically. “You may leave.”

Nixon stood tall among his warriors watching over the training situation that was taking place, he looked over catching my eyes and i smiled brightly and walked over to him and another good looked man with blue green eyes that looked like they were glowing as the sun light hit them. Nixon asked where i was of to and i told him to the shops with Nina then leaned over to give him a small peck on the lips, he leaned away taking a step back and i felt my eyes brim and the realization that he was ashamed of us came to the front of my mind.

Mercedes reached the washroom and stopped in her tracks when she heard voices. It wouldn't have concerned her if she hadn't heard Nathan's name. "He is the Chairman of NL Incorporated, Nathan Legend but our President called him Chairman. How is that? "No, Nathan is the president of Legend incorporated. "I think he owns both." "That isn't my concern. Nathan is a trillionaire and can do as he pleases but did you notice his assistant?" "Yeah, hot bitch." "Nathan doesn't like women so I don't have a problem with her but did you see the bosses? They were drooping over her."

Derek said impatiently now. “No. They need to suffer. I want to look Octavio in his eyes as he begs,” Nathaniel said to Derek, picturing the image in his head. “I’m seriously going to kill Martin soon. He thinks I’m his slave or something,” Derek said now. He was actually very pissed. “Send him my greetings before you off him,” Nathaniel said with a small smirk in his face. “Fuck off,” Derek said angrily getting up and leaving. Nathaniel was about to go and return upstairs when he noticed Derek speaking to a policeman and another man he recognized outside. The doctor that was flirting with Rosalyn.