Nathan Scott Season 1 Novels & Stories

"It's okay, Miss. What's your name?" Her eyes got up to meet mine and I smiled at her. "Gwen. Gwen Nevan, Your Royal Highness," okay, it's getting awkward. Gwen never used honorifics with me in common circumstances. "Can I call you Gwen?" "Of course!" "Then call me Natasha, please. Or just Princess, if you are too uncomfortable with my first name," then I turned to my companions. "This is my assistant, Katherine Quinlan. And this dumbass here is my Knight and disciple-brother, Sir Asher Kingston!" Both of them blushed, and to put more wood in the fire, I whispered to her. "He's single, by the way."

"Just hear us out once, I promise we won't be back if you don't want us to." "Listen kids, I'm not interested in anything related to him or his father," she seethes. "Nathan is sick, Kate. He barely remembers anything about his childhood. W-We need you to help us or else he might collapse completely. His career, life, love everything might end all at once." A minute of silence follows my words and Kate stands at the door, staring between the two of us dressed in a white dress that hung off her skinny shoulders. She sighs and crosses her arms across her chest.

A chaotic, emotionally damaged campus king became obsessed with the one man he can’t control. Everyone at Blackthorne College wants Professor Vincent Hale. Nathaniel Laurent is the only one obsessed enough to ruin himself over him. Nathaniel Laurent is the kind of student professors warn each other about. He's rich, reckless, beautiful, and violent. A campus king with a charming smirk and a talent for getting under people’s skin. Especially Professor Hale’s skin. Teaching human sexuality at Blackthorne College means Vincent Hale has dealt with shameless students before, but none like Nathan. The infamous bisexual troublemaker seems determined to turn every lecture into a game of p

“That's him down there, right?“ Scott's voice was heard beside her. She looked up in shock. She had not seen him coming. She tried to pretend that she did not know what he was talking about and walked away from the window. “Who?“ She asked. Scott sighed and stood in front of her. “Stop pretending, honey. I know you very well. Are you in love with him?“ He asked. He looked into her face so that he could read her expression. Natalie froze at the question, but she hurriedly shook her head. “What are you thinking about, brother? Are you crazy?“ She asked. But her heart was beating so fast that she was scared it would expose her. Scott smiled and looked directly into her eyes. “You know your thou

(Allison's POV) I thought about it all night, and I finally decided to give Scott a chance to be a father to Liam. However, I wasn’t going to tell my aunt or my brother about it. They both loathed Scott, and I didn't want my brother to know I had lied to him. This wasn’t for me—it was for Liam. He deserved to know his father, even if I couldn't fully reconcile my feelings with Scott. I had denied Liam the privilege of knowing his father, and that wasn’t fair to him. He didn't know about my past with Scott, and I wouldn’t let him suffer because of it. As for Scott, there was no way I would accept him back into my life. He was going to be Liam’s father, and that was it.

She sighed and then laid on the bed as a lone tear left her eyes. The tune of music continued to play making her curious of what was happening outside..... _______________ Nathan cheered as he drowned himself in alcohol. Tonight was the night of the celebration. He has perished his biggest enemy Aaron Maslow to nothingness. He was beyond happy. The dancers with a flimsy brazier and a thong continued to dance in the backyard with his men. He was himself enjoying. A hazel hair coloured girl caught his eye that was similar to Doctor Sophia and he called her to him by signalling.

He rifled through her clothes until he found what he was looking for. Underwear. Nate pulled a pair out, brought it to his face, and inhaled deeply. A slow smile spread across his face. He stuffed it into his pocket. Then he left. ----- Scott’s room was at the end of the hall. Nate’s heart pounded as he approached. This is it. He opened the door carefully. Scott was asleep in bed. Emily was curled against him, her head on his chest. Nate stood in the doorway, staring. Look at them.

“No! We are watching Stranger Things!” Kimberly just straight up went to them to settle what show we will watch, as I just stood there while looking at my friends. We really are a weird group of friends. Nathan, who’s also the only guy in our friend group, is very different with how he acts when he’s with us and when he is with other people. He’s very serious and doesn’t talk much with other people, while he’s such a bitchass when he’s with us. He tends to sleep more often in my room when he hates his parents and their weird obsession with him getting engaged soon. His parents also loved the idea of him going here, and if only they knew how much he just trash talks them when he’s here. But d

The series turns out to be really very good, although I'd never tell that to Adam, and I forget about needing a distraction until it's time to sleep and Nathan gets naked and reminds me. When I'm with him, it's so much easier to forget there's a stalker/bully following me around.

I play with my hair, ensuring it is covering my neck and scoot myself so that I am angled away from her. “I really, really do not want to talk about it Jade. At all.” I say, my words practically begging her to drop it. “No no, spill it.” I knew it wouldn’t work, but it was a valiant effort anyway. “I called Nathan after you left. I don’t know why. I was drunk and stupid and horny. He picked me and came back here. He just left like 5 minutes ago.” “Nathan? Nathan Daniels? Our boss? A.K.A New York’s finest ass, and most eligible bachelor? The man slut of Silver Crest Industries? That Nathan?”