Nathan Scott Season 1 Novels & Stories

" I have seen it for myself, now this is the kind of man I want my sister to be with. Sincerely, I am happy you ended up with someone that loves you this much. Remind me not to pull his legs this way next time, that guy is damn so scary but he loves you. Forget whatever happened down there" Alex replied sincerely. He could see the love visible in Nathan's eyes. He wondered where he has been all this while Sadie was going through shits. Sadie bent her head! She knows that but his over protectiveness is something else. Nathan doesn't even want to see any make specie close to her should in case something might go wrong. Isn't that lack of trust? " I know, he is ju....." The door burst opened re

Nathan's pov How could Jessica do this to me I loved her more than anything Grey's pov Nathan one is here to see you Who Me Elsa

*Nathan POV* After talking with Savy through the phone for the majority of the night, I still was able to get up fresh as ever. We shared a lot with each other and I actually feel closer to her now. I hope after today's date, I'll be ready to tell her about me. I know I have to do it soon and it scares me. I dressed up nicely in jeans and a casual, dark red button up shirt, and left my place, going down to fetch Caleb from his apartment. As I approached, I heard a lot of rumbling noises from behind the doors. I raised an eyebrow and knocked.

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.

Nathan doesn’t flinch nor betray his surprise at her words, but Halsey is adamant. “You won’t do any such thing,” she whispers. “If you wanted to do anything of that sort, you’d have done it last night. You wouldn’t have saved me either.” She’s increasingly becoming aware of how intimate they must seem but somehow, it doesn’t bother her. What bothers her more is the scars on his back. What the hell did he go through? “You’re pretending not to be scared, Halsey Scott,” Nathan grits. “But you are scared of me. Remember what I can do if you don’t obey. Lincoln’s life is in your hands now.”

I smiled and got comfortable in his arms as I scrolled through my phone to find a movie. Nathan looked down at me, watching what I was doing before I stopped at an action film. I looked up at Nathan to find him staring down at me, his eyes gentle, different from his usual hard, harsh, and angry ones. His gaze almost loving even. “What do you think?” I asked. Nathan looked down at the phone in my hand before nodding, unwrapping his arms as he got up from the couch, picking his own phone from the inside of his jacket’s pocket.

She was … breakable. How could he have mated to a woman who could be taken away from him so easily? “I need to go for a run,” Scott said. He pushed past his men and charged downstairs heading toward the door. “What do you want us to do when she wakes up?” Nathan asked. He stopped as he opened the door. Staring up the stairs, he saw the concern on both of their faces.

They were bigger than him, and as I talked to Nicholas, four more had come out, leaving the number at ten ferocious-looking men. I stood up. So, these are those who think they are better than Scott just because his father did something wrong? How many of you here have never done one wrong or the other? And you think you can stand here and judge him for something he had no control, over?” “There is no saving him from the fate that awaits him, Layla. We have to wait and see what happens, but I can assure you, I will make sure they keep him alive.” I saw the look on Scott’s face turn from fear to something else as Nate whispered something in his ears, and he nodded as he headed towards the firs

Nathan murmured, drinking from his own bottle. I scoffed, playing along, “I don’t think I’ll be taken seriously if I ask anyone for a break. You’re Nathan Andres, you don’t even have to ask.” He turned to face me and I realized that it was the first time we had interacted since before landing in New York. Nathan smiled, all his teeth showing, and then chuckled, “Soon, you’ll be a part of this club as well.” “And which club is that?” I asked. He shrugged, “You know, the theater actors turned superstars.”

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.