Novel & Cerita Nathan Scott Season 1

PROLOGUE Nathan The barber’s shears snipped close to his scalp, the whisper of falling hair louder than his sister’s relentless teasing. "Is this some significant coming-of-age Nate ritual?" Tamara smirked, leaning against the mirror, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Nathan exhaled through his nose. "I’m just trying something new. Please leave me alone." She deepened her voice, puffing out her chest in a poor imitation of him. "I’m Nathan Parker, future alpha, and I take myself very seriously—"

“Yeah, I lied. Are you really that surprised?” Scott chuckles, his tone dry. “Put her in her bedroom, and come back down after,” Scott says and walks back over to the couch. Harken hangs his head with a heavy sigh and takes Noel upstairs, laying her down carefully in her bed. He takes his time removing her jacket and skirt, allowing her to breath a little before pulling the covers over her and closing the door, joining Scott back downstairs. “So, did you know?” Scott asks. “Know what?” “That Nathan James has been released, and is back living with his parents here in Bisbee? I’ve been told he has been spotted several times at the pub, and a couple of times near the high school. Why didn’t you

"Nathan, you haven't left yet? How have things been recently." She kept in touch with Hilda so she knew that Hilda and Nathan were going through a rough patch in their marriage. In the past two months, Nathan had abandoned the Clemon Group in order to deal with his personal issues in Taadi City. Nathan hurried over and said, "Juliana, accept any recent endorsement deals that suit me and get in touch with the crew of 'Where Are We Going, Dad?'. I want to participate in the second season. Also, don't forget to help me negotiate for higher appearance fees."

If Noah had seen him arrive, seen the way he limped slightly, seen the exhaustion on his face… what else had he seen? “Fuck,” Nathan whispered, closing the email with a sharp click before he could read the body. He switched to another tab, trying to focus on anything else, but the words burned behind his eyes. Come to think of it, he really hadn’t seen Noah today, or his commanding presence in meeting. Was he hiding somewhere, watching? Had he put someone on Nathan—someone to report back? Nathan leaned back in his chair, his hands pressed to his face, breathing slowly through his fingers. He should be scared. He knew he should be terrified.

Something that Natasha just realizes. She shook her head. She may be wary of Daniel but it's late and they're both tired. "It's okay. " "Thank you." "All yours," She replied, pointing at the bathroom with a flourish, hoping to lighten the mood. He chuckles, low and dangerous and Natasha can feel her brain short circuit for a moment. Daniel is dangerous. For her heart, her mind supplied. In ways that she didn't expect. She's settling into the bed when he comes out of the bathroom, looking sinful with his chest bare and only a boxer.

"So this is—" "Ah, you can skip this season." I lift an eyebrow. "You've seen this?" "Eh, yes?" Noah takes the PlayStation controller from my hands and changes it so that we are watching the new season. "Here, I haven't watched these episodes yet. Have you?" My lips part in confusion. Before Noah was in his accident, we watched Rock and Morty like it was part of our religion. We stayed up late at night, and sometimes, we made out to the shooting in the background.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

"What are you talking about? My mother's been dead, Annabel." "I found this," I gave to him, "- in your father's study." I heard footsteps behind me and then Nathan poked his head through the door and was surprised to see me with Scott. He walked into the room. "I see you both are making up." he smiled and stopped by Scott, "What are you looking at?" Nathan exclaimed, "Whose report is this?" "It's Scott's mother," I answered, "I found it in Mr Davis' shelf. He lied to you. She did not die a natural death. She was murdered."

Scott replied. Little did they know, this scene was just seen by the approaching Nash. They looked like a newly dating couple. Nash's expression turned dark, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. "Nina is really excelling at her recruitment efforts, isn't she?" Nash muttered to himself sarcastically. "First, she's off consulting lawyer, and now she's here enjoying a date with Scott!" Nash then muttered these two names, Scott and Zac. "Scott, could it be the same person as the one Nina called Zac?" He was not sure, but the more he looked, the more it seemed likely.

My fists clench at the sides, and my lips are already moving before my wolf presses me to defend our Mate, but Natalie speaks faster than I can intervene. “Natalie Anderson. I’m covering the Titans throughout their bid for the championship game. Pleasure to meet you.” Natalie is not looking at me. Her smile is gone. Her shoulders are stiff, and she’s… “Ooh, I didn’t know they let young journalists play in adult worlds these days,” says Victoria, cold and snarky. “Natalie’s one of the most recognized journalists in the media. Her work speaks for itself,” I cut in sharply.