Nathan Scott Oth Novels & Stories

Nathan walks into the diner and flags down an older gentleman. “Oscar,” he beamed. “Nathan!” He smiled back, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been hiding?” “Work mostly,” he answered, “You know how it is. No rest for the wicked.” Oscar laughed, “Trust me, this old man knows.” He glanced at me, “Well, who is this lovely young lady you have with you? And why have you been hiding her from me.” He smiled and winked at me.

She was … breakable. How could he have mated to a woman who could be taken away from him so easily? “I need to go for a run,” Scott said. He pushed past his men and charged downstairs heading toward the door. “What do you want us to do when she wakes up?” Nathan asked. He stopped as he opened the door. Staring up the stairs, he saw the concern on both of their faces.

"At least you're not Nathan, the Scarred Wolf." Nathan's name comes from the fact that he has a mating mark, the only Pack Alpha in Seoul with one. It used to make people think less of Nathan, a seventeen-year-old kid with an Omega's mating mark. But Nathan had since grown up and proved himself capable beyond a doubt. "It just shows how stupid these titles are," Victor says, finishing his bourbon. "No one looks down on Nathan anymore." Harry nods in agreement. "Not anymore." The two do end up talking shop, exchanging information, trading commodities, and the like.

Chapter 46 “Aaaah,” Olivia screamed as ran to hide behind the coach. Nathan had disappeared and when he returned, he had a gun in his hand and he was shooting at the mercenaries who were wearing black from head to toe relentlessly. “Who are you people?” he asked although he already knew the answer. He was just puzzled because he did not know that his brother would find him so soon.

They were bigger than him, and as I talked to Nicholas, four more had come out, leaving the number at ten ferocious-looking men. I stood up. So, these are those who think they are better than Scott just because his father did something wrong? How many of you here have never done one wrong or the other? And you think you can stand here and judge him for something he had no control, over?” “There is no saving him from the fate that awaits him, Layla. We have to wait and see what happens, but I can assure you, I will make sure they keep him alive.” I saw the look on Scott’s face turn from fear to something else as Nate whispered something in his ears, and he nodded as he headed towards the firs

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

She didn't want to burden her brain anymore with Scout, who in fact was a lunatic asshole who was so obsessed with her after that accidental night. God, Olivia is really sick of this guy named Scout Voyage. Lying for a long time made Olivia sore and bored. She then sat down slowly while arranging her pillow behind her back so that it could support her waist and hips. "Hmm... this is better." "Olive." As Olivia was closing her eyes to feel the soft sensation of the pillow supporting her hips, Nathan suddenly came into her room with a wide grin on his face. "Are you better?" "I guess so," Olivia replied lazily.

Nathan. The name alone made something twist in my chest. A coil of warmth, curiosity, guilt, nostalgia. He hadn’t messaged in days and I’d told myself I hadn’t noticed. A lie. Nathan: Hey, just got back from Oaxaca. Thought of you when I tried that hibiscus and guava mole. Sending the article before it goes live.

When it was finished, he held a massive sum of money, but the weight of it felt like cold, dead ash. Theo stood, his presence now filling the room. "Mr. Hill," he said with a hint of calculated cruelty, "move your things out of the villa immediately. I need to scent-mark my new den before nightfall." Nathan’s jaw worked, his pride bleeding. "I... I will." He returned home, a ghost of the Alpha he once was. Victoria walked over, her scent still clinging to him with that desperate, parasitic need. "Nathan, you look gray. Is the hunt at the office exhausting you?"

Nathan stood in front of the open door with one hand still resting on the handle of a travel case. His shoulders were stiff, his eyes looked so tired, and no matter how hard he tried to appear calm, I could still see the fear in his eyes. I looked from him to the suitcase again and then back to him. Something instantly clicked. "Are you two leaving Moonfall?”