Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes. Nathaniel never talked much but always stood up against the bullies who targeted weak people. His one menacing look made the bullies question their existence. I sighed in relief when I saw my classroom from my peripheral vision. I almost jumped out of excitement becau- “Wait up Fatso, Where is my assignment, essay or whatever the hell you were supposed to complete? I turned around ready to be grilled. I saw Danika Williams and her minions. “I didn’t do it” I murmured looking down.

I said Mrs Grey complimented my intelligence and warned me not to disappoint her. I timidly accepted her invitation to sit at her desk, where a file awaited me. She instructed me to open it, revealing that it contained information on Nathaniel Sullivan. A 24-year-old ex-convict trying to turn his life around. Mrs Grey tasked me with assisting her during their meeting and providing my impressions afterward. Despite my nerves, Nathaniel was aware of my presence and had agreed to the arrangement.

She nudged Nathaniel and said, “Isn’t that Mr. Moreau over there?” Honestly, Nathaniel was not at all happy bumping into Frank. However, he was a family friend, and he had helped Nathaniel solve MN Inc.’s crisis, so it would be rude if Nathaniel just ignored him. Although he did not like Frank very much, Nathaniel admired his capabilities. If Frank were to agree to work for MN Inc., then Nathaniel would not have to worry about their production line anymore. In the end, Nathaniel ignored his pettiness and nodded in agreement, “Let’s go say hello.”

Maybe Raphael also thought the same thing as he said, ‘sure’ and left me to his brother’s machinations. I put as much distance between us as possible while still looking polite. He tried to flirt with me, and I was having nothing of it. I just gave him one-word answers. One thing you should admire about Nathaniel is his tenacity. Given his rebound Teflon effect just approximately a month after Sophie's death at flirting, I tried to limit our conversation to one-word replies to nil.

And Nathaniel is not able to digest this thing at all that his brother has been murdered. Seeing Nathaniel, it is clearly visible that he is less sad over the death of his brother but more angry at that murderer. Flame is visible in his eyes. I do not even know what Nathaniel will do to him if that murderer is in front of him. The moment he came to the hospital, I saw that he was fuming with anger. His burning eyes were enough to make anyone wet his pants, and his tall stature and muscular body were adding more danger to his menacing aura. On seeing him, all the employees turned aside because no one wanted to reach under his hands and feast on his own death.

Hector, Abel's younger brother, added, "So did you work them out good, Noah?" Noah ignored the suggestiveness of Hector's tone, putting his foot on the ground as he came to a stop and pulled off his helmet. "I took care of business, since none of you wusses stepped up," he said this as if that annoyed him. But the more he thought about it, the more he was glad none of them had. The funds from the joke of a check the state provided him with were running very low. This couldn't have happened at a better time.

"Mr. Grumpy Pants has been asking for you. He needed you in his office twenty minutes ago. He's in a fire-everyone-and-salt-the-earth mood." Shit. "How do I look?" "Like you need a restart button. Or a priest," Sarah whispered. "Go. Just go." I hobbled toward the massive mahogany doors of the corner office. I took a deep breath, tried to wipe a streak of mud off my cheek, and pushed the door open. Nathaniel Graham stood framed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking like a dark god of advertising. He was tall, perfectly tailored, and possessed a jawline that could probably cut through any hard material in the world. He didn't look up from the tablet in his hand.

“Nice seeing you too, Lucius. How’s the family?” “Don’t waste our time, boy. Explain yourself.” Said the little guy by Lucius’ side. Apparently, his new acquaintance would not shy away. Not the best crowd to present his story, but life hasn’t been handling him the best cards in a while, and he would make do. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Nathaniel Bright, nice to meet you, sir.” His extended hand was kept unshaken and the bald man’s expression remained annoyed. Lucius broke the silence for them, falling into his constant role of political conciliator.

If he could no longer trust his own instincts— If he could no longer trust her— He'd trust cold facts. He shrugged into his coat and disappeared into the fog. --- Scene Change — University Records Office The woman behind the thick security glass was intelligent but not forthcoming, her fingers flying across her keyboard. Nathaniel stood tall, a statue in a suit. "Payment confirmation," he recited. "Dalton Anderson," he said. "Ahh. Yes. His balance was paid up a few days ago." Nathaniel's forehead furrowed. "By whom?"