Nathan The Nobody 소설 & 이야기

I gasped and turned to grab a dish towel, but it was too late. Nathan was leaning on the doorframe, sipping water from a glass. His eyes dragged down my body. Slow. Dark. “Nice view,” he said, voice thick. I froze. He didn’t. He stepped closer. And smirked. “Didn’t think Daddy kept something this pretty hidden at home.” My lips parted to say something—anything—but I had nothing. Then he reached behind me. My breath hitched. He plucked a small bit of thread from the back of my robe. “Relax. Just this.”

Rather than having a few years together during our childhood, we never really know one another. However, childhood is over, we all are grown up now, and it’s well known how a person transfers into someone new when they are fully-fledged. According to my friends, who have come across this man, they describe Nathan as a psychopath. Dean worked with him on some projects. He said Nathan is the most unpredictable man he has ever met, and I trust Dean’s judgment without question. “What do you want, Nathan?” “I want nothing, old boy. I want to give you something, a wedding present, remember?”

I got the sense she doesn’t have many of those kinds of memories. She’s also hilarious. Dry and sharp, but playful. She gave as good as she got. By the end, she was already ganging up with Grey against the boys like she’d always belonged. I couldn’t picture a better fit for this family. Or for Nathan. Nathan, for his part, was quiet—which isn’t unusual. He’s always been more introverted than our other kids. I think it’s a combination of his past and his powers. His biological father was a lunatic. And surviving a civil war doesn’t exactly leave room for sunshine.

If my mother could see me now, Clair Morgan would probably faint directly onto the nearest scripture. The thought makes my mouth twitch. “Girl, you’re staring at your own reflection again,” Nate calls from across the front desk. I look up to find him leaning against the counter, protein shake in hand, eyebrows raised like he’s been personally entertained for the last five minutes. Nate is… compact. That’s the polite word. Short, wiry, permanently energetic — like someone bottled a golden retriever and gave it a personal trainer certification. “I am not,” I say, which is a lie.

Nathan said. Nathan didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry… He knew with the way Carolyne is looking at Goth, that she is going to be like a tail behind them, and now with his Gigi here, how will he ever have alone time with Amore again? Nathan looked at his dad asking for help with his eyes. Rachel looked at Goth, “Nathan who is this Goth person, and why isn’t he leaving?” “This is Amore’s bodyguard, mom…” Nathan said frustrated.

determined he opens his mouth once again. “Hehe, big bro... Big bro, you're so cool! Your strength is also extraordinary. How did you do that? I want to be like you too. Can you teach me? H-hey big bro are you listening?” Because of how noisy he is, Zitrey even walked faster. “Eh? Wait for me!” the Owl logo guy doubles his pace. “Big bro... I really wanted to know your name. I'm Nathan please remember my name. Big bro your name please?” Still silence. But Nathan is so determined.

He spoke, his voice low and rough. Nathaniel was a silent human. He didn't like to talk. He was one of the people whose silence was comforting yet a bit scary. Even at the age of twenty-five, his aura was frightening to those who were strangers to him. The black ink on both of his muscular arms gave him a bad boyish look, specially with the nose piercing he had. Humming, I urged him to go on, as I wiped the blood off his chest. “Our boxer had almost killed their boss, Deus. They came to get revenge. They’ll probably look for them everywhere.” He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

How dare he not save my contact information? Meanwhile, Vivian Morrow, who was standing beside me, grinned triumphantly. “You wench! Did you really think having Lucas’s number makes you special? Keep dreaming!” She looked at me with open contempt. “Even the janitors at Goodwin’s Group dress better than you.” I had always preferred simple, comfortable clothes and never cared about brand names. I never thought that would give people a reason to look down on me. “What era are you even living in? To think you’d still be judging people by their looks. Lucas must be out of his mind to call you his ‘sister in all but blood.’”

“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.

how long was he standing there, is he just going to stang there and not help me? He just stood there no emotion radiating from his face so I just let them do what they wanted once they were finished they left but I kept my eyes on Zach how he would just let them do this to me this was the moment I realized that my Zach was gone I had no idea who this Zach was but he was not the same Zach who used to adore me and took care of me and not the Zach who would always defend me from the bullies today is the day I realized that, that Zach is dead. When I got up I realized that Lia was here the whole time while they were beating me but she didn't do anything. She and Britteny are on the same team.