Nathan Prescott Novels & Stories

Nathan's voice was light, his smile thinly veiled, hand extended in greeting. Jethro's eyes seared into the hand resting on my shoulder, his glare scorching. Brushing off Nathan's gesture, Jethro said icily, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Seeing Jethro's hostile demeanor toward Nathan, I felt my mood lift slightly. "Nathan Redfield, General Manager of Nexus. Mr. Jethro, we are bound to cooperate in the future." Despite Jethro’s frigid attitude, Nathan's demeanor remained cordial.

Subject: What The Public Doesn’t Know About Nathan Carter I attached three things—screenshots of shady financial transfers Nathan had made over the past year, a recording of one of his private calls where he discussed buying off a whistleblower, and a still from the security footage—Nathan with that woman, her skirt hiked up, his hands all over her. I didn’t press send yet. Not yet. Timing was everything. But I was ready. The world adored Nathan. They saw him as powerful, charismatic, a corporate god. Let’s see how they feel when I strip him bare.

Her frown deepened, "I saw the way you looked at him back at my parents house. Do you know..." "Yes." I cut in, waving my hand in my face, as though to tell her to stop speaking. "I know him. Well, who doesn't know him in this city?" She was silent. "I know him from business. His company is always on the news." I added, seeing the confused look on her face. It was annoying enough for me to admit that Nathan was my biggest business rival whose company, Prescott Towers, was constantly making waves on the news. The most recent was the prototype of the tool which the tech guys in his company was working on.

Carter said, pretending to pout his lips “let the woman live a little” “With the number of men who are here, having their eyes on her? I would rather not get into fights with anyone, thank you” Nathan said, taking the glass from Carter. He looked at the bartender, nodding at him to come “get the beautiful lady a glass of virgin mojito” “I tried, little one” Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes following Nathan’s gaze at the two Italians who just annoyed him “did they say anything wrong?”

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it. The headline read: “Hollywood’s Sweetheart Nathan’s Legacy Exposed: Drug Ring Ties and Criminal Activities Confirmed.” I skimmed the article, my heart pounding. It detailed the evidence that had come to light since Nathan’s death and Lucien’s arrest, proof of their involvement in a sprawling drug ring. The piece also highlighted the backlash from Nathan’s former fans, many of whom had finally accepted the truth about the man they had idolized.

That is also likely too odd in his character judging the way Luke described his brother to me. Nathan never really mixed with many people. If it’s women, then I would say he was on the front page of all the newspapers with beautiful ladies. They always drape Nathan, with models. Those are his women. Long leg, blonde, full breast, and a Kim Kardashian ass. But I think that’s also been a long time since I saw him on paper or in real life. Vero did. She told me they had sex in Greece. “I think it is bizarre that someone is endeavoring you without any reason,” I tell him.

' I asked The three dots were popping showing he was typing when Nathan came all dressed up. 'Talk to you later' I texted him As I kept my phone in my purse Nathan was dressed in black pants, with a high turtle neck blacktop, and a gold Rolex wristwatch, he got his hair gelled back and completed his hair with a black boot. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes" I said as I checked him out He smiled at me as he took his car keys "is that a compliment I hear" he asked

Once she was alone, she dialed the old Davis’s number from memory, and when he picked it up, he said, “The pharmacist analyzed Nathan’s medication, and we have the results.” Christine smiled. From the tone of the old man’s voice, she could tell that he was pleased. “What are the pills for?” she asked. “Essentially, they’re antipsychotics,” the old Davis explained. “They suppress a side of Nathan- an amazing side! - that very few people are familiar with. You may not believe it, but at the age of nine, he shot a five-hundred-pound boar. The tusks are still hanging in my room. And he is strong too! Once, he knocked down ten boxers in a minute. Do you understand what I’m saying? When the condit

Wearing the black coat, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled proudly. He is Nathan Williams, the CEO of Williams Steels & Oil Corporation. The most powerful business tycoon of the United States. “Dad,” Nathan entered his father's study and looked at his father who was looking into some files but looked up at Nathan’s voice. “Yes, son.” His father said with a smile and stood up to greet his son. The father embraced his son and Nathan kissed his father's hand in respect and adoration.