Nathan The Nobody Novels & Stories

YOU LOOK GOOD THIS MORNING. His palms turned sweaty. He quickly slipped the phone back into his pocket, trying to act normal even as warmth spread across his face. “Who’s that?” Elle asked curiously. “It’s nobody,” he muttered, doing a small turn just enough to catch Noah smiling sheepishly in the reflection of the elevator wall. ‘Pathetic,’Nathan thought, though the word didn’t carry quite as much bite as it used to. “Hmm… what do you mean by nobody? Is it someone I should know?” Elle teased again, her voice low but insistent.

Nathan asked with lines of curiosity all over his face. "She doesn't have enough experience, and I'm not scared. Do you not know who I am? Why should I feel threatened by a nobody like her? Continue observing what ever happens. I want you to report back to me no matter how little it is." "You sound scared, you proud dick." Nathan mocked after he'd hung up the call. He slipped his cellphone back into his pocket. He looked up to see if the next bus was arriving, and saw Naomi walking loosely along the walkway.

Nathan stood across from him. Nathan...That's right..Nathan was the shy quiet guy that I used to know. Until he started drinking and partying. I started to open the door when I noticed the veins that glowed bright orange. They covered every inch of him and he fell to his knees, screaming in agony as he burned from the inside out. Bile rose in my throat and I turned away, covering my mouth. I didn't want to see anymore. I closed my eyes, hoping it would just disappear.

Sarah grumbled. "Who's Charlotte?" "My personal assistant," Sarah replied. "You'll see her tomorrow. I'm hanging up now." "Alright." That night, Nathan had trouble sleeping because he was too excited for the next day. So he played a few rounds of games, fooling himself into thinking it was actually a ‘research’ because he was now a legit game developer. As a result, he woke up late the next day and panicked when he realized he had not prepared anything appropriate to wear to meet Daniel's family.

Even the air feels poisoned. He's not alone. Six figures stand behind him. Humans he experimented on using whatever bastardized version of the serum and data he salvaged from the compound. All of them glow with the same corrupted purple energy. All unstable. All powerful. All wrong. "Hello, niece," Nathan calls across the border. His voice is layered. Multiple tones speaking at once. "I've come for what's mine."

I pull a blanket over Parker and I when Denver and the unknown guy walk into the room. "Hey." Denver says in his usual bored tone and I can't help but smile. I probably look like a psychopath. "Hi. I'm Nathan. You can call me Nate." The guy with the dark skin introduces himself. He's handsome to say the least. "Kera. Nice to meet you." I say shaking his hand when he reaches out. "You too." "Baby?" I hear Parker's sexy, deep, sleepy voice call out. I look down at him with a smile and he gives me one back with his eyes still closed.

I wanted to witness such an event at least once in my life. I’d promised myself a fresh start. No more memories of the past…no Daniel, no Mr. Richard… haunting me here. But sometimes, when the world was quiet, their shadows danced at the corner of my eye. But tonight, I was prepared. I’d armored up to conquer this chaos. But then, I spotted him. Nathan Vincent. A guy in his early twenties. His laugh was a wildfire in a room of ice-cold people. It was the kind of sound that made you feel alive amidst the mundane. And there he was, in a throng of people who were only there to boost his ego.

"Theo, the Sanchez are not under your command. You cannot be their leader either." Naked contempt was displayed, yet Theo remained calm. "Nathan, there are some things that cannot be judged by appearances." Nathan's eagle eyes suddenly contracted. He boasted about his vast experience in reading people and having a sharp eye. However, when faced with a young teenager who was barely twenty, he inexplicably felt intimidated by the other person's mysterious and profound aura. How could there be such a person in this world, with a clean face but a completely unfathomable heart.

"Mr. Grumpy Pants has been asking for you. He needed you in his office twenty minutes ago. He's in a fire-everyone-and-salt-the-earth mood." Shit. "How do I look?" "Like you need a restart button. Or a priest," Sarah whispered. "Go. Just go." I hobbled toward the massive mahogany doors of the corner office. I took a deep breath, tried to wipe a streak of mud off my cheek, and pushed the door open. Nathaniel Graham stood framed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking like a dark god of advertising. He was tall, perfectly tailored, and possessed a jawline that could probably cut through any hard material in the world. He didn't look up from the tablet in his hand.

"Huh?" "Talk about sexy!" Nellie whispered as he neared. "Nellie, he's a kid." Halfway to them, Noah dropped the mats and went back. Nellie and Veronica watched him from behind. His muscle shirt left nothing to the imagination. There wasn't a perfectly defined muscle on him you couldn't see. And he had a lot of them. Typical trainer-looking guy. Not an ounce of fat on him and whole lot of huge everything.