Nathaniel Bsd Novels & Stories

Only from there could Lian confirm that what was on Nathan's face now was a reflection of his mother. Candra, a name that Liana had remembered since the conversation about the introduction plan surfaced in Nathan's apartment at that time, The name that Nathan said he had to anticipate was the name that Nathan thought could be the reason why they were here. Yes, that's Nathan's father's name—Candra Mahardika.

The plan was already taking shape in my mind, small, quiet things that could grow into something greater. Natalia wanted perfection. I’d give her ruin. And when Nolan came running to protect her, he’d remember who stood beside him before she ever came.

I was awaiting my beta, Nathaniel, to bring me the names of the pack we would be visiting in a few days. "Come in" I replied. Nathaniel and I have been friends since we were children. He met his mate, Sophia, when he turned eighteen. I sometimes feel jealous of them when they go out for dates and sometimes when I see them cuddling on the sofa. He has two young pups and Sophia is expecting her third child. How lovely. Nathaniel walked in with a file in hand. He is about 5.6 feet tall and very muscular, but not as muscular as I am.

“I just turned a man’s soul into currency. That’s worth celebrating.” She laughs, not understanding, or maybe not caring. “What are we drinking to?” He tilts his head, watching the city lights flicker against the glass. “To inevitability of men to want to be on the good side, for something as corny as family.” She doesn’t ask what he means. She doesn’t need to. Nathaniel Brooks is a man who believes in fate, mostly because he’s made a habit of writing it for everyone else. He drains the wine, sets the glass down, and reaches for his phone again. One new message blinks across the screen as he exchange conversation with someone else.

Together, we forged a path forward, one that was built on the principles of integrity, honesty, and compassion. In the aftermath of the scandal, Nathaniel became a beacon of change within the business world. He used his influence and resources to advocate for transparency and ethical practices, seeking to create a ripple effect that would extend far beyond his own empire. It was a challenging journey, fraught with resistance and skepticism, but Nathaniel's unwavering determination and commitment to do what was right propelled him forward.

Jason said, his voice casual but with a hint of teasing. Nathaniel glanced at the file, then back at Jason with a slight smirk. “Early? I’m Nathaniel Hawthorne. This is my company. I walk into my office whenever I feel like it.” Jason chuckled, clearly unbothered by Nathaniel’s response. “Of course. Just making sure you’re on top of things,” he teased, folding his arms. Nathaniel waved him off, his attention drifting back to the window, the view of the busy city below. “I’ll get to it when I get to it. No need to rush.”

I'd done my best to straighten my pencil skirt and smooth my hair, but my lips were swollen, and my skin was flushed a telltale, vivid pink. Waldo and Willard were standing by the window. As we entered, they didn't say a word, but their eyes drifted from my messy bun to Nathaniel's smug, predatory expression. They weren't stupid. They knew exactly why the restroom break had taken fifteen minutes and why I wouldn't look them in the eye. Nathaniel, for his part, didn't have a lick of shame. He adjusted his cufflinks, looking like a king who had just conquered a new territory. "Shall we?" Nathaniel asked, his voice smooth and dripping with post-coital satisfaction.

They have their quick breakfast first before they leave the apartment. Nathaniel is quite not comfortable with the costume while driving and Kristina observed it. "Are you alright Nats? Is it quite hard for you to drive?" she asked. "No, it's alright. I will just have a little adjustment on my seat," he smiled at Kristina then. " No worries," he assured her. Nathaniel then continue to drive and headed to Chad's school. Chad at the back is very excited then. He is playing with his Ipad while awaiting in their school.

He looked at Gabriel who buried his face in his book. “No, you are not rejecting her! I have lots of plans for her and I haven't done a quarter of it.” He looked between his two brothers. “Damn, am I the only one interested in fucking her? We can't reject her yet, Caleb.” He stared at him with pleading eyes. Nathaniel was a Casanova, the biggest one. Once he has his dabs on a woman, he must get her, and crush her until he was no longer interested. “Gabriel, we can't reject her. I will replace your books every week.” Nathaniel tapped his lap, looking at him.

"We're busy. Shopping. As you can see." "Ayven," Shayla warned softly. "Manners." "I have manners. I said 'fine,' didn't I?" Nathaniel chuckled, though it sounded slightly forced. "He's protective. I get it. It's admirable, actually." "He's seven," Shayla said. "He's also brilliant and opinionated and doesn't filter his thoughts." "Clearly." Nathaniel shifted his basket. "Listen, I know this is random, but I'm off next weekend. Maybe we could—"