Nathan The Nobody Novels & Stories

"Sir, I'll kneel down and beg if you want. Please! I beg you! Please stop humiliating the Damien Family!" Nathan was wearing cartoon pajamas while sitting on his sofa like a middle aged man. He spread his hands and feet wide comfortably as he drank healthy ginseng soup, two orange cats in his arms. After taking a sip of the soup, he put down the bowl and murmured, "I don't know what you're talking about."

I said fast,holding my breath “…I will recognize you no matter how sophisticated or masked you look. I’m glad that beast is at least not violating your body ….” Said Nathan as his eyes which had visible balck eyes bags roamed my body. Nathan seems sad,he also suddenly looks much older and since when did he start growing beards?! “What about mother ….” I shook my head, not even trying to stop the tears that were streaming down my face without giving a damn about spoiling the makeup Madame Anna’s team did on my face.

Another week has passed, Nathan has not been himself since Anita left that day, all he does was attend to pack business till the early hours of the morning, then sleep for a couple of hours after that wake up for training, eat then pack business all over again and he was not talking to anyone. Not his father and certainly not Divan his friend and beta. He now communicates with email and notes. They have tried everything but nothing could make him open his mouth for anything.

“Try not to look too competent. They love that shit. It makes them think they’ve discovered something.” I roll my eyes and head toward the roped-off section—velvet, of course. Because God forbid they breathe the same air as the rest of us. There they are. Nathan Cross and Elliot Harrington. They sit like kings at the center of a rotted empire. Nathan’s in his usual armor: tailored black suit, shirt undone just enough to suggest he’s dangerous in bed but disciplined at war. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t need to. He’s the kind of man people watch before they even realize they’re doing it.

The warriors seemed to have retreated, as they walked back to Zane slowly. Zane looked up at me. "You've got the other side of the deal?" He asked. Without hesitation I pointed at Nathan, who was still disguised as an ordinary warrior and fighting gallantly against the now retreating warriors. "He's the one," I said, trying to maintain the firmness of my voice. "He's the werewolf who has the superpowers." " Is that so? " Zane asked softly, taking preying steps towards Nathan who had long stopped the fighting, panting.

She was the stupid one here and the stupid one for even thinking maybe he liked her just a little bit. After Talia took her gaze away, she clenched her hands into fist, staring down at her glass of wine. A tear nearly dropped off Talia's eyes and when she heard a gasp escaped Taylor's lips, she raised her head to see what was happening. Nathan was being showcased on a screen how he had taken down most of their enemies. They were pictures of him claiming people's life, and they were also videos of him drenched in blood as he held a gun and looked more like a monster.

She hurried downstairs to find Henry, who was in the living room, scrolling through his laptop. “Henry,” she called, with urgency in her voice. He looked up, concerned by the tone in her voice. “You’re done with the call? What’s wrong?” “It was a call from an unknown number. The person wanted to know if I was at home,” Nina explained in fear. Henry frowned, closing his laptop. “Did the person say who he was?” “No, and when I asked, he hung up,” Nina replied, her hands trembling slightly. “It felt... off.”

Natalie’s POV “I’m Nathan,” the guy said casually, sliding onto the barstool next to me like we were old friends. I blinked at him. “Okay… and?” He smiled, like he expected me to know him. I didn’t. “You’re Natalie, right?” I stiffened. “Do I know you?” “No. But I know you’ve had a rough few weeks,” he said, sipping his drink like this was some casual chat over coffee. “The kidnapping, the drama, and now you find out that Vivian was behind it all. Must feel like the world’s closing in.”

he taunted, and they spun around, fists flying – straight into Nathan. This time, Nathan didn’t dodge anymore , he stood still his cold eyes narrowing as if he had found his direction , his two legs suddenly took a step back , he quickly stretched out his arms , and steadily caught the fists of the two men in front of him . Still looking calm and relaxed without any effort at all The two men were stunned . How could this be ? Wasn’t city people supposed to be weak and fragile ? They had fought with city people before but they were all weak and couldn’t fight back,. So how could this man caught their punch with his bare hands.

Says one up front. I sigh. I'm not getting out of this easily. "Nara. Not getting the rest." I look over at Nathaniel . He is twirling the knife around his fingers, with nails polished in chipping black paint. This guy scares the shit out of me. Way more than the front two idiots. He has his hair up in a tiny little pony tail. In front of his ear he has a small tattoo of a snake wrapping around a sword. His plaid joggers have black straps around them, and his short boots seem massive compared to his ankles.