Novel & Cerita Nathan Scott Oth

Nathan cannot understand Gordon action. “Because Gordon is Gordon… you know what I mean right? She is breaking his wall down but she still have a long way to go” Scott replies to Nathan with a smirk

I didn't do anything wrong. "As I asked, what are you doing here? You were specifically told to_" "I fucken know my duties, Scott," Nathan snarled back, moving a foot or two closer, their hard gazes fixed at each other now, as if in a cold war. That enchanting smirk was wiped off to be replaced by what? Coldness?

Now Nathan is the only one who should talk to Scott now. After a few more moments, Nathan arrived, holding two tray of foods. One for mine and one for him. Scott looked up to him, before avoiding his gaze. I could see that Nathan wants to say something even though he’s still shocked, he just couldn’t. Scott already stood up, looking at me before bidding his farewells. “Bye, Nat. See you later.” “Wait... You don’t have to leave yet,” I stated.

I said to myself in low tone seeing how a single drop of blood didn't drop. Nathan was given scratches on his thighs, face and neck, but he became happier in the battlefield than I thought. Nathan raised Rhoda from the earth and lay down where Rhoda was punching him and threw her aside, then he stood up laughing. The field was quiet, surprised that he raised Rhoda from beneath with his left hand as if he was carrying an empty box . He approached her, and fling her to the gate of the pack, his feet shook the earth as if an earthquake was about to happen.

Joshua affirmed, winking at Nathan, who only grinned as he continuously swirled his glass of wine around in his hand. “Whoa…” Michael and the last guy, Scott, uttered, deliberately pulling the sound long, making it feel uncomfortable. They couldn't help but think in their minds, since when a fuckboy like Nathan becomes serious with a lady. “Come on, man, tell us something about her already” Scott beamed, with his brows put up and Micheal just nodded directly as they both peered into his face in anticipation of answers. The corners of Nathan's mouth were curled into a smile all this while, and his eyes twinkled with impish charm as the light reflected in them.

His eyes turned a deep shade of yellow, his wolf howling and growling before he attacked the elders, killing them mercilessly, and without remorse. He managed to kill nine or ten elders before his body hit the ground, a gun was shot on the back of his head. Nathan froze at the sound of the bullet being fired before he nodded at the men to pull out their own weaponry. Carter handed Nathan his own gun, and taking a step back, I put a hand on Jade’s shoulder, not wanting her to get caught in the ambush.

That was the way he usually called her which was different from how everyone called her We left for the car, and I looked out of the window as the car moved. Madam Owen tapped my shoulder and pointed forward making me look at what Nathan got down to check. Noticing the way Nathan stared at it, I had no choice but to step out of the car. "I would be back, mother," Nathan wanted to stop me from moving close to him but I didn't answer. What we saw made me stunned. We just killed a bird. "Is it an abomination to pick it?"

Nathan chuckled and I eyed him in disgust. “He will probably take their hearts,” Nolan sighed and Nathan nodded and shuffled us out of the office. “I didn't realize that Nathan was so hyped on violence,” I told Nova with my thoughts and she whimpered. “He is a Lycan and that's how they are,” she whined and I exhaled deeply recalling what I had learned in school about the Lycans. Nodding my head I side-eyed him and smiled. I still loved the ornery man. He saw me oogling him and pecked the side of my head as I shuffled past him.

Nathan said and tiptoed towards the hallway before coming back again. “It's clear for now. You can go. I will stand in wait for you. Go use the bathroom, tell mom Isabella and I are asleep, or anything else you can come up with.” Owen got up and tapped Nathan’s back. “I'll be right back.” As he was about to run off, Nathan called and added, "In case you hear me clearing up my throat repeatedly, please put an end to that call and rush back down here.” “I got you.” Owen nodded and rushed off, making for the bathroom.

They collided with a set of dark brown ones surrounded by soft, white fur. Emitting a soft giggle, I reached out and scratched Otis on the head, at the same time hearing a groan come from the other side of the room. Sitting up on the couch, I turned my head until I was gazing at the owner of another set of eyes, ones that were squinting against the sunlight coming in through the windows. "Jesus," Nathan breathed, his voice hushed as if fearing anything louder slipping past his lips would make his head fall off his shoulders. Raising his hand, he rubbed at his forehead. "God, my head hurts," he groaned.