Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

“We’ve been looking forward to—” “Nate,” he said, cutting me off and causing me to forget what I was saying. “Only my father calls me Nathaniel. Please, call me Nate.” “Right,” I said, exchanging a sideways glance with Rachel. “Well, Nate, we’ve been thinking about Holloway Timepieces for quite some time now here at Fluxx. We understand that your company is at a very critical juncture, and you’re looking to expand to the American market. As I recall, your company has pretty much dominated the European market. But your transition here has been… met with resistance.”

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.

"Wow! Is that Colin you mentioned earlier? He's really handsome!" "I heard he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. So dedicated to astronomy, he's surprisingly pure-hearted!" "He could rely on his looks to get by, but he chooses to showcase his talent. Such an admirable quality!" ... Amidst a chorus of admiration, Nathaniel sat at the back, his expression turning increasingly grim. But as he thought about the content he had swapped in Colin's USB drive, a cold smirk appeared on his face. "Heh. Let's see how long you can stay proud!"

—----------Author—---------- Meanwhile, Nathaniel strode down the hallway, his long strides covering the distance as he approached Edward and Jenna, who were already waiting for him. His mind was still reeling from his kiss with Eleanor, but he ignored his feelings and concentrated on the task at hand. —------------------------------- ~Nathaniel~ "Edward," I called out as I entered the secluded room. “Alpha Nathaniel!" Edward said. He bowed before pulling out a seat for me. "The information that you requested." He went on and gave me a blue-covered file. Written bodily in it was Daniel Dawson. I accepted the file and started flipping through its pages. Daniel Dawson is forty-nine years old a

Two names, separated by just one word, yet worlds apart in meaning. "Continue," I instructed, placing the lilies carefully at the base of each stone. Zack's eyes widened as he read further. "I can't take it, Florian! What kind of life has Natalie experienced? She has too many secrets!" He shook his head in disbelief. "Her mother was an Eastern Territories healing inheritor, a renowned therapist. Top of her field!" That caught my attention. "Tell me more."

But not enough power to tackle Alexander, who is now nothing less than a powerhouse. Nathaniel recoiled at Dante's words. He knows that no one can control Dante. He holds a power of his own. Now, he is the boss of Creekwood. Here, his word is law. No one dares to disobey him. Not even a single fly could slip past him without his permission. Countless people tried to kill him and failed, and mosf of them might he Alexander's men. "I don't mean it that way. You are the boss now. Why don't you just kill Alexander and his family? No one would dare question you" Nathaniel suggested.

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.

I was leaving Rosehill—my gilded cage—and heading toward another prison with a prettier view and shinier locks. I climbed up to the car and sat stiffly, hands folded in my lap, gaze flicking toward him. He wasn’t like his mother. That woman whose smile could chill blood. He carried none of her rehearsed perfection, none of her sacchsarine smile. No. Nathaniel was… jolly. Loud in a subtle way. His posture casual, like none of this mattered to him. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. His eyes rarely left his phone—scrolling, tapping, laughing quietly at himself. Something I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not.

She smiled Peacefully at me and walked quietly to where Phoebe was lying and rubbed her slim fingers on Phoebe’s cheek. Watching the servant girl was fascinating. One could get carried away too especially because of the peace which erupts from inside her to others. I couldn't say much. Taking my eyes from her, I twisted the doorknobs which were slightly hard to pull earlier and stomped to my car. Nathaniel. He's been an old enemy whom I thought was beheaded by his older brother, Alexander. I didn't know that Alexander was even more than a coward. He had allowed his younger brother to dominate him while he was still alive and breathing.

And that was because he thought I was going to hurt Charlotte? I had to compliment him for his bravery, but his action of shifting, because he thought I was going to hurt Charlotte made me believe that their relationship was not as simple as only being friends. The anger in my heart pike up again, and I clenched my fists so hard that we all could hear the sounds of my knuckles crackling. I looked at Nathaniel’s wolf form. He was dark brown in color with black fur only around one of his eyes. That one spot of black fur made him look menacing, and it somehow reminded me of a pirate who had an eye patch over one eye.