Nathan Prescott Novels & Stories

a loud laugh. “W-Where did you….” Kendrick rubbed his eyes, reaching up to grab the pictures but Nathan pulled back, holding it tightly in his arms as he stood upright. “Did…you really think that you can get away with this because of your father’s influence and wealth? I’m just as wealthy as your father, even far more. I made sure to follow you for days and do you know how delighted I was that you are a chronic drug addict. Isn’t that amazing? Sexually assaulting my wife will be one charge, being a drug addict is another. You smoke cocaine, marijunana. I can’t imagine what your father or your poor mother would think.” “Y-You…want something, don’t you? Is it an apology or do yo

Only at me. Then, he moved. He walked toward me without hesitation. "Margot," he said my name gently. He took off his suit jacket and carefully draped it over my torn dress, shielding me. Edward stared at us, eyes sharp as blades. Nathan did not even look at him. "Don't you lay a hand on her," he said coldly. Edward wanted to argue but stopped. He realized everyone in the room was looking at Nathan. Nathan owned a private capital platform in New York; his hedge fund delivered over 20 percent annual returns. His keynote speech in Silicon Valley could shift entire sector valuations, while Edward was just a junior partner candidate at Sterling & Burne.

“This is insane.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My stomach coiled with tension as another image hit the screen: Nathan. He stepped out of Harrington Global like he owned the earth beneath his feet. Perfectly pressed suit. Jaw set. Cufflinks glinting like daggers. The crowd around him parted like water. “There he is,” Olivia breathed. “Jesus. He looks like he just declared war.” Reporters swarmed. “Nathan Cross, are you dissolving Harrington Global?”

I’m free of my jacket as Arry takes them to dump on a nearby chair. “Thanks, not so bad yourself old man.” I jest with him. I’ve known Nathan as long as I have known Arrick; he used to frequent all the group trips he ever took me on. He now works tirelessly to put my boys’ face all over the New York fight scene and is the reason Arrick is fast becoming a known star. I love Nathan to bits; he’s tall with dark, almost black hair and deep brown eyes, pretty cute as men go and totally built like a boxer. I know he sometimes trains with Arry, but never went down the route of becoming a pro. He’s cocky, womanizer with a cheeky smile, roaming eye, and a serious aversion to commitment, generally a n

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

"His father hasn't spoken to me about what he wants to do with regards to Scott. His mate is pregnant right now and due to give birth any day now." "So does Argus not pay anything towards his children with you?" "He pays what he is forced to pay by our Alpha, it's about $75 a week and it just comes out of his paycheck from the Alpha." "And the rest?" "I work part time as a nursery nurse and take Scott with me." "So you'll never be a breeder again?" "No, no-one will want a 'used' breeder especially one with young children and I wouldn't want to do it again." "How do you feel about all that has happened?"

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“If you have enough time for idle gossip in the middle of the day, I’m sure Mrs. McDonald would welcome your help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” The smaller man who was sparring gives an exaggerated shudder. His accent is so thick I can only pick up the words “kill” and “dragon”, but there are a few titters in the crowd and Ethan grins. I get the impression that whoever Mrs. McDonald is, she’s not very popular.

Maverick Akechi, Nathan’s father, hung up the phone before his son could respond. Nathan looked at his phone. He knew his father would know everything before he told him. The man was nothing but a secret catcher. No one could ever get away with anything because the man seemed to know everything about everyone. Nathan didn’t expect to be questioned right away. Though he was glad in many ways that Kathleen was not a subject that he had to keep quiet on. His father could not really say too much on the fact he had a woman living with him who had a contract with him. History did often repeat itself.

“I want to become an actress. Your mother is a real inspiration to me. I want to talk to her and get some advice.” “Of course, she would agree,” Nathan said before Rebecca even responded. Rebecca waved her hand before her face. She didn’t like the smoke coming from Nathan’s cigar. Bella told him to put the cigar away, but he didn’t. He acted confident and cocky. Cassandra snorted under her breath, “I can’t believe someone from the mafia is treating billionaires so casually, like he’s superior to us.” Leonard didn’t disagree. “I’ve heard of him. Nathan Blake. He’s well known in the underworld, and he covers the wrongdoings of many politicians and businessmen. That’s why nobody messes with him