Nathaniel Bsd の小説・ストーリー

" No please don't do this Brian please." The girl cried out as I launched at her tearing a part of her cheek as she screamed in horror and pain. I enjoyed her tastes. "Shhh, it'll be over soon my lovely." I said as I dried off her tears with my fingers and continued feasting upon her face. I usually loved to dine on my prey on the table while they are tied down. I live alone, except for my one and only servant. Mr. Wilson is what I call him. My parents had passed when I was a lad, but they were like me. Cannibals. They raised me to believe how they believed. Feed upon the young and you remain young forever. I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant.

After Steven Breece left the department, a girl sitting at the desk next to Nathan said, “Hey, I’m Cindy Miles. You?” “Nathaniel Lee.” Upon hearing the man’s name, another coworker immediately turned toward him, “Is your name really Nathaniel Lee?” “Yes.” Cindy, who still looked surprised, also said, “Oh, your name is exactly the same as our war general. Oh, I mean our former war general.” Nathan, who was already used to that reaction, replied casually, “Our names are exactly the same, but … our fates are different.” “I mean … well, he became a war general who was idolized, while I’m just an ordinary employee,” Nathan added.

Nathan was Johnathan's friend, confidant, family member, and best friend while Hilda was like his sister and family. Johnathan watched them get together and love each other, and he had also seen them part and reunite again. Now he had to watch them part again. Unfortunately, the hard work that he had done over the years still couldn't change the situation around. He could only watch as Nathan slowly turned weak. Nathan said, "Even though Bilinsk International was established by Kyle and I, you have a lot of credit. I have already signed the papers. In the future, you'll have some of the company's shares."

The way Archibald slots Isabella into his side doesn’t go unnoticed, not by a long shot, but it’s also the only thing that remotely helps quiet down a little of the internal screaming to keep it from becoming external screaming. The man says something, probably an introduction, but all Isabella hears is the word ‘date’ to know that she’s screwed. Because at the end of the day, Nathaniel is a slimeball who’s hated Isabella since he was an intern and she was eight, and who had loved nothing more than standing in the doorway of his office the day she’d been kicked out by her father, just watching. He’s a stuffed-up garbage person with too high an opinion of himself, but that’s never stopped him

They simply bowed their heads in greeting, out of respect for me. “A theory?” Ben asked, wiping sweat from his brow. “With all due respect, Alpha, Agatha has been trying to find a solution for weeks. What could he possibly know—” “Watch your tone,” I said, my voice a low vibration that had both farmers instantly dropping their gazes to the dirt. “Nathaniel spent his night studying the data while the rest of this pack sat on their hands. You will listen to what he has to say.” Nathaniel glanced at me, a brief flash of gratitude in his wide eyes. He walked right up to a row of wilting crops, snapping a stalk in half to examine the wet, discolored fibers inside.

The baby kicks, soft and insistent, as if she knows. When I return to the living room, Nathaniel is standing by the window, looking out at the city. He turns when I enter. His face is raw, unguarded. He says he is sorry. Not for the first time. But he means it. He says he has been seeing a therapist, the one his grandmother recommended. He has been telling the truth, all of it, about the years he was blind, about the way he let his mother and Celeste control him, about the fear that kept him silent.

With that I knew who it was. I turned to see the one and only Nathaniel standing there leaning against the wall. His thick brown hair was styled to the side, his black framed glasses sat on his tan face, covering his light brown eyes. He wore a Grey pressed button up t shirt and a pair of black slacks and a pair of black oxfords on his feet. A gold Rolex shined in the light every time he moved his arm. He was like a mob boss, he always had a professional look. “What the hell are you doing here?” Krystal said in a small voice.

Nathaniel Rhodes sat on his chair while his suit jacket lay discarded carelessly across the floor beside him, his white dress shirt completely unbuttoned to expose sweat-slicked skin stretched tightly over a broad muscular chest that rose and fell unevenly with every ragged breath leaving his mouth. His head was tilted backward while one large hand worked through his huge cock. My eyes widened, shock filling my body as I watched this untouchable man moan while his hands were wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in fast motions. But that was not the worst part, the worst part sat directly beside his laptop. My employee identification photograph. Nathaniel stared directly at it while hi

Community development programs. “Well… that’s unexpected.” I shift in my seat, leaning closer to the screen. I have always been convinced Nathaniel is a cold bastard who cares about nothing beyond his company, his daughter, and the precious Amanda he could never seem to let go of. Yet here are records showing that he quietly funded scholarships and disaster relief programs across the country. I sit back slowly, a scoff escaping me. Definitely didn’t see that coming. I take another sip of tea and continue digging. Blackwell Investments, corporate partnerships. Upcoming mergers, and everything appears painfully clean.

Nathaniel's POV I was sitting close to the window in my room as I watched the street, I heard Davis walk into my room. He hasn't gone yet because I still wanted him around. “Sir, we haven't gotten any response from Mr. Nelson about his decision for us to be the constructor of the new building he had in mind,” Davis informed me. Blue Nath is known for three things and these I have built on over the years. Software development, architectural works and construction, and lastly, investment.