Nathan Scott Quotes Novels & Stories

Drake looked proud and smiled during the first half, but his expression turned embarrassed and sheepish during the second half, especially when Evelyn mentioned his love for spicy food and horror movies. Amber: "Five things I love about Nathan: his adventurous spirit, his creativity, his empathy, his sense of humor, and his handsome beard. And five things I hate about him: his dirty socks, his constant teasing, his 'dad' jokes, his leaving the cap off the toothpaste, and his snoring!" Nathan grinned and looked proud during the first half, but his face turned bright red and he looked embarrassed during the second half.

Sophia Nathan Carter was a wounded beast. And wounded beasts were the most dangerous. The board meeting may have ended in a temporary victory, but I knew better than to assume it was over. Nathan wasn’t the type to accept defeat. He was the type to retreat just long enough to sharpen his claws before striking again. I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers lightly against the glass surface. The city lights flickered outside, a sprawling testament to power and ambition—the very things Nathan was desperate to reclaim.

I should say something, but I can't form intelligent sentences. Can anyone blame me? This is the guy I feared for six years. This is the guy that made the entire school call me Picasso. I can't breathe in his presence! What does Nathan want from me? "I see you're as well-spoken as always. You really have a way with words, Grey," Nathan deadpans, yet I get the feeling his eyes are laughing at me. Regardless he steps away from me and heads to his truck. Though, before Nathan climbs in, his eyes travel to mine again. It's not a quick glance but a real stare followed by a smirk.

I replied, my voice steady and confident. Nathan's smile never wavered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You and I know you're scared, just admit it," he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I sighed, my shoulders rolling in exasperation. "There's nothing to admit. I'm not scared," I repeated, my voice firm but patient. Nathan scoffed, his eyes flashing with skepticism. "I can see it in your eyes, you're scared as fuck," he said, his voice laced with mockery.

He quickly looked away. “It’s nothing,” he said quietly, although he knew I was lying. “It’s what friends are for.” I swallowed. “When the witch said that it would be difficult for you in particular…” “Witches say lots of things,” Nathan interjected, his face darkening somewhat. “Don’t take everything she says too literally.” I didn’t believe Nathan, but I chose not to pry any further; besides, the light finally flicked off, which meant that we would begin our work soon.

I nodded to myself, knowing this was not the end but a turn in the road. Nathan stood near the window, his tablet glowing softly in the dim light. His eyes moved fast as lines of data moved under his fingers. He had not slept much, and his shoulders showed it. Still, there was a sharp focus in him that told me he was getting close to something real. “They’re calling you the Iron lady,” he said without looking up. “People admire the way you stood there without fear.” I let out a short breath. “Fear doesn’t always shout,” I said. “Sometimes it just waits.”

Nathan said with a frown, "please don't talk like that anymore. Do you think I'm a loan shark?" "Yeah, yeah. But don't pout too much, it'll make you more handsome," Nina teased. "What is this? A sullen person is so handsome, I'll bite you." Nathan teased while giving Nina a subtle bite on the ear. Suddenly, the girl let out a small scream.

“You seem very relaxed for someone who’s supposed to be helping.” Nathan smirked faintly. “Oh, I am helping.” Something about the way he said it immediately put me on edge. “You know where she is.” It wasn’t a question. Nathan’s smile widened slightly. “I have theories.” I stared at him silently. Nathan had always enjoyed pushing people toward disaster just to see what happened after. Even as kids, he’d light fires and watch everyone panic while he stood there amused. “Say what you want to say,” I said coldly.

Brice asked not liking the idea. “What would be the point of living when my life is like this?” asked Nathan. “I don’t care how your life is like, I don’t want to die,” Brice told him horrified by the idea. “Don’t worry you won't die because you are not with me now,” Nathan told him. “You really are stupid, where do you think I will go when you are dead?” asked Brice making Nathan scoff.

Nathan looked Crystal in the eyes and said, “You are the first woman to hit me. You should be afraid.” Crystal: “I won’t be the last. There are lots of people that want to hit you. After all, you look stupid.” Nathan chuckled and said, “Stupid is as stupid does.”