Nathan The Nobody Novels & Stories

The person from the other end asked and instead of him to reply, he nodded his head. "Are you there?" The voice rang in again and Sage spoke up this time, hitting himself for forgetting he had to say a word before the other person could hear what he had to say. "I'm Sage and who is this?" He asked with a hoarse voice. The person seemed to be taking time talking to him and he needed to attend to other things. "Hi, Sage! It's me, Dylan," Alpha Dylan introduced. "Alpha Dylan?" He whispered to himself trying to remember the name, "Oh! Alpha Dylan, it's you?" He asked, surprised it was the Alpha that had called him.

29 - Nathan I am ready to kill my best friend. I had not planned on telling her I have been looking for her obsessively like a lovesick puppy since the day she disappeared…ever. He and Sam are the only ones I told about that night and I didn’t give them all the details, just enough to help them understand how special she is. She is like no one I have ever met before. She treated me like a person not a bank account and had no idea who Nathan Westfield the celebrity or brand name was. Even after the merger with Lady C’s company we never had any contact. But I was able to see how she worked and what she’s able to accomplish with that mind of hers.

However, what followed next could only be described as a scene pulled out from a horror movie as Nathan's bones suddenly started to pop and crack as dark hair sprouted from every single area on his body, little by little shifting and rearranging until a large and completely black beast stood in his stead. ________________________

Of course. William learned more about Nathan in the past couple of months from Grace, than he ever wanted to know about any human being with whom he wasn’t directly concerned. Nathan, an accomplished actor and movie director, who at twenty-nine had already made two festival darlings and was being hailed as the next great auteur of American independent cinema. Nathan, the assistant director of Tethered Hearts. Nathan, who had a great vision for this film. Nathan this, Nathan that. And yeah, Nathan who wouldn’t stop texting Grace even after work hours.

The other sinful. Damn. I blinked hard, forcing myself back to earth. “So, Mr. Quinn, you don’t look like anyone around here…” His lips curled into a charming smile that showed off perfect white teeth. “Oh, is that a good thing? And please, call me Nathan.” “Nathan…” I repeated, the name tasting lighter than it should. Almost like I had said it a million times already. “Everybody else here looks like a shark.” He laughed, a small easy sound that made his shoulders relax. “And what do I look like, Maddison?”

He is well built and looks like he gyms a lot. “Nathanial is our intel guy, he can hide anywhere without being seen or scented out. We have lost him for weeks on end and couldn’t find him. He knows how to camouflage and to hide his scent.” He is also very tall with shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes that look straight into your soul. He has tattoos on his left arm that disappear into his shirt. He is well-built and stands around 6’6.

After twenty‑six years of hiding, Nathan Collins had finally arrived. The room felt smaller, harder to breathe in. My eyes stayed fixed on the monitor. I had imagined him so many times since learning he existed—a monster, a criminal, a mastermind, a ghost. Instead he looked ordinary. And somehow that made him even scarier. Nathan lifted his face toward the camera, toward us. Then he smiled. Not a cruel smile. Not a threatening one. A sad smile. The kind people wear when looking at someone they miss. The sight sent chills down my spine.

But Nathan has been pretending to be the Wolf King alone for a while, while Dawson has been roaming the lands. Then there are their eyes. Nathan has a yellow ring around his left pupil and Dawson around his right. Subtle differences once you get to know them. I am stiff as I move. My bed isn’t big. It can easily accommodate two adults, or one adult and three children. As I am frequently told by my kids. I have never needed anything bigger. I never imagined I needed anything bigger. But as I stretched my arms out, I hit them both. Definitely not big enough, now. “Sorry,” I said to both of them.

I winced at the feeling of the kitchen counter bruising my back but that was something that would heal sooner or later. "They're gonna be so ashamed S-Soph," He whimpered, all his guard crumbling down. "You can do it, Mr. Kim, you've done nothing wrong. There's nothing to be ashamed of," he sniffled pulling away and I held his face in my hands, secretly glancing over his hunched down broad shoulders to make sure no one was looking. Nathan leaned into my touch, nuzzling his cheek against my palm with small sniffles. "W-What if they think I'm just plain weird and I lose everyone, everything?" he asked fighting the urge to cry and his chest heaved up and down with every breath he took in.

“Six hours is not enough time to fight a motion like that properly.” “No,” Whitfield agreed. “It is not.” Ethan’s phone buzzed in his hand before he could respond, a new number, unfamiliar, a city code he did not recognize. He almost let it go to voicemail, exhausted past the point of trusting any unknown call after the last three days. Something made him answer anyway. “Ethan Carter?” A woman’s voice, clipped and professional. “Who is this.”