Nathaniel Bsd Novels & Stories

Not power players. I ask for the new collection. She disappears in the back for almost ten minutes. When she returns, she says, "Unfortunately, it’s all spoken for." Bullshit. I donated to their fall line launch. Outside, my driver doesn’t look at me when he opens the door. Probably thinking where to get his next job from Back home, Nathaniel is in the study. Alone. Lights off. Just the glare from his screen lighting his face. I stand in the doorway and say nothing.

"If you're interested, I could show you sometime." Godbreaker wasn't even released yet, but she was certain someone with Nathaniel's instincts would see exactly what it could become. With his backing, it wouldn't just succeed, it would take off like nothing else on the market. "Sure. Send me the trailers first." He'd actually already watched every trailer twice on his own time, but he wasn't about to admit that. Honestly, they held up on a rewatch. He pulled out his phone and added her contact without asking.

“Selena, can you please consider me? Every time I see you, I just feel like I’ve found the meaning of life! Do you believe it? You’re the compass to my life…” Nathaniel drank some wine, and he was clearly not thinking through his words. Selena sat next to him with a half-smile. She obviously did not believe a word he said. However, she still nodded so that he would not be so sad. “I believe you.” Nathaniel took a deep breath and felt motivated to work harder. “Then can you please think about it? We’re a really good fit, don’t you think? I’m an explorer, but I’m willing to change for you!”

“Do you know Alpha Jonathan Anderson?” Nathan’s low, deep voice cut through the silence first. I frowned. “Jonathan Anderson? No. I’ve never heard the name.” I lied. Nathan studied me for a moment. His eyes, sharp as a wolf assessing his prey. He searched my face as if searching for any sign of deception. My heartbeat stayed steady. My wolf lifted her chin with confidence. Satisfied, he exhaled and looked away. “He’s the CEO of Celestyr Brand,” Nathan explained, handing me a tablet. “He publicly defended you on their official blog this morning.”

“Why are you here?” Nathaniel walked in with a slight smirk on the corners of his lips. “I just arrived in Genecity today, and I’m working nearby. I happened to see your car downstairs when I was passing by, and Renee told me that you were here, so I came to take a look and say hi.“ Nathaniel’s sudden appearance hushed the whole private room. Even people who did not know much about any designer brands at all could see that Nathaniel’s outfit was worth a lot of money!

Sophie skipped happily, Alexander holding her small hand while Isla adjusted her scarf against the cool breeze. Nathaniel’s fingers tapped restlessly against his thigh. His phone buzzed once, a message from a private contact. “You wanted a background on Langston. Sending full file soon. But I’d tread carefully, Blake. The man’s not your league.” Nathaniel’s lips twitched into a thin, venomous smile. “We’ll see about that.”

Isang pamilyar na boses ang narinig niya, isang boses na matagal niyang hindi narinig. "Thalia, ikaw na ba talaga 'yan?" Napalingon siya, at sa gulat, natigilan siya. Isang matipunong lalaki ang pumasok, may matikas na tindig at nakangiting lumapit sa kanya. Si Nathan, isang matagal na niyang kaibigan na may-ari ng gym sa kabilang kalsada. Noon pa man, magkaibigan na sila, at madalas siyang nililibre nito ng kape sa tuwing napapadaan siya sa gym.

“I know. It just doesn’t feel like anyone sees the whole of me anymore. Just what I represent.” Tessa squeezed. “I do. Always.” --- Downtown, at Blackwood Enterprises, the air was thick with tension. Nathaniel tapped his pen against his knee, half-listening as Liam led the morning board meeting. Investor numbers. Portfolio expansions. Safe topics. Liam was a machine—sharp suit, sharp jaw, sharp delivery. But Nathaniel wasn’t fooled. He saw the way his brother’s fingers curled around the edge of the table, the way his eyes flicked toward his phone every five minutes.

"But that's not what he meant." "No," I said. "It isn't." She thought about it. "The company will outlast him," she said. "The family will too." She paused. "But the family is the point." I looked at my daughter. Thirteen years old. "Yes," I said. "That's right." She went back to the others. April. Nathaniel's consulting work expanded. Not dramatically. Two new projects, both buildings, both the kind that required the thinking he was good at. He mentioned it on a Tuesday evening, matter of fact, the way he mentioned things.

Two long hours of waiting in the lounge later, Nathaniel finally made his way over. He was a middle-aged man in his forties and was dressed casually. He also had a full beard and looked like a rugged man but he was certainly no boor when he was able to become the boss of Suzanne’s medical research team. Upon entering the lounge, he glanced at Javier and his three men. “Which of you is Javier Kersey?” “I am. You’re Nathaniel Hurst?” Javier got up. Nathaniel scanned Javier without any additional emotion in his gaze. There was not even disdain. His eyes were calm, like he was staring into thin air. He then said, “I heard from Ms. Quinn that you’re here to buy the psoriasis-targeted drug?”