Nathan Scott Quotes Novels & Stories

“Well, Kyle, you’re not the only one who’s been surprised here. I’ve learned that sometimes, my most valuable resources aren’t the ones I’ve always relied on. I’m not doing this just for profit, but because I see a future where our companies could actually grow stronger together.” There was a pause as the weight of Nathan’s words settled, and Kyle leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. He looked at me and said, “You know, he’s lucky to have you around. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard about ‘the brain box’ and wondered if half the success wasn’t your influence.” He grinned, clearly amused at my surprised expression. I laughed, shaking my head. “The brainbox? I don’t know if I should tak

"Nathan, what do you even want? Weren't you the one complaining I was too slow hauling gear, calling me useless?" Nathan's face reddened, a rare sight, and he coughed awkwardly. "That was me being blind. Quinn, a brain like yours is wasted on laundry. Come be my personal tactician." I scoffed. "Be your tactician? So you can yell at me every day?" "I swear, if I ever yell at you again, I'm a dog." "Please. You already are a mangy mutt." "Woof." I stared at him, stunned. Was this guy really tossing out his dignity for the sake of tactics?

Nathan looks at my phone and starts laughing his ass off. “It seems, and I quote, ‘Damn girl, you’re giving me a boner’ and ‘Dutton, get the fuck out of my spot’,” Nathan chuckled. We all laugh hysterically. God, this is just what I needed. My friends are the best.

Scott's POV When we arrived home I took Samantha into my room and shut the door from behind. "Scott, are you okay?" Nathan asked from outside. "Yes." "You're not attending the interview?? Everyone's gonna be there." "No, I'm not." I gave a curt reply "I don't want to talk to anyone nor do I want anyone coming to my room. Y'all can go, I'll be good here." Nathan shrugged, "Oh, okay." With Nathan gone, I walked to the wine cellar and fetched a glass and a bottle. Samantha's watchful gaze swamped my whole body.

“You don’t even know me that well. And why would you do that for me?” Nathan leaned a fraction closer. “I feel like you and I can get along well if you just give it a chance,” he whispered teasingly. “I’ve watched you at York. I’ve heard a lot about you. I know you can deliver.” The heat from the mug in my hands suddenly felt too sharp against my palms. I forced a smirk, tilting my head. “Deliver what, exactly?” Nathan’s grin widened, slow and knowing. “Schemes. Pressure. Results. You don’t shy away from getting your hands dirty when it matters.”

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?”

Scott had a bright future ahead of him, and he was very likely to surpass Earth rank to become a Telekinetic Grandmaster. Nathan didn’t expect such a genius to die so suddenly. One could only imagine how much hatred Nathan felt in his heart. At twelve midnight, the large antique clock in the house started ringing, but Nathan was not asleep yet. He couldn’t fall asleep! Nathan was waiting for his son, Gerald, to call him and tell him that Scott’s murderer had been killed. The phone finally rang. It wasn’t Gerald’s number. Instead, it belonged to one of the grandchildren Nathan didn’t usually pay much attention to.

It's true that I wanted to pursue my own dream. I wanted to make it, and if I couldn't, at least it wouldn't destroy me and end up ruining the rest of my life. But even then, I wouldn't force myself on someone who wasn't ready to take a risk and love me. "You sure like to praise people, don't you?" Nathan laughed sheepishly. "I suppose I am a little... over–the–top when it comes to compliments and compliments only." "I suppose so, too. Well, maybe we shouldn't keep this conversation going anymore. This is already long enough for me."

Thea smirked sarcastically and said, "You want to use me to promote your business for free? Nathan, are you businessmen so shameless? Where is your face?" Nathan said, "I promise I won't let you lose out. I'll give you an appearance f*e."

Why would Nathan continue making him train? Before Nathan could answer him, Max ate his last mouthful of ribs and put down his fork before saying with a smile, “You can’t say that, Mr. Scott. Either one goes forward or is left behind. I need to work harder so that I won’t get looked down on by my classmates.” This little guy was being philosophical. Scott shook his head in exasperation. “If that’s how you feel, you can go ahead. Are you sure you had enough food?”