Nathaniel Flint Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yours? You talk about rights after embezzling company funds and buying a house for your mistress?" "Because you never give me enough!" Derek stepped forward, his index finger pointing at his father's chest. "Since I was a child, you always demanded. I'm tired, Father. I'm tired of being your failed shadow." Nathaniel stared at him without blinking. Then he spoke in a lower, more dangerous voice. "You should be grateful." "What?" "You should be grateful," Nathaniel repeated, each word enunciated clearly. "Because I've taken care of you since you were in the womb, and now you stand before me, calling me stingy, saying I was never enough, after embezzling my money for another woman?"

“Sorry, but... Sir, who are you? Why do you want to talk to me?" Katrin, who had originally directed her gaze at Nathan, now turned to Liana, with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, you don't know him? But earlier he said..." Katrin's words trailed off and then turned back to Nathan, who immediately flinched, understanding that he had to explain his position to Liana at this time. "I'm Nathan, Nathan Mahardika—a friend and fellow doctor from Erick." "I thought you and Liana had known each other before, did you know she just introduced herself to you today?" Katrin's interrogation, she is starting to feel wary of Nathan's presence, which she thinks is strange.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

“You know, you see Nolan’s uncertainty as a flaw. But he doesn’t want to believe you killed your dad. He’s hoping for a different outcome.” Flint interlocks his fingers and rests them behind his head. “That’s the problem. It can’t be about what you want. You have to accept things as they are. No feelings. Just the facts.” He uncrosses his fingers and adds, “Go give him what he’s looking for.”

So he made a promise to Hannah that he would give her an official identity as his wife when he finally grew powerful. However, a few decades had passed, the once young and beautiful Hannah was already a middle-aged woman now, and she was still keeping his company as a housekeeper. Nathaniel's sentence triggered Griffin's weakness. It would be odd for an fiesty man like Griffin to not be angry at such provocative words. He looked straight at Nathaniel, and his eyes were so cold as if he was looking at his enemy instead of his own son. Nathaniel also looked at him, neither angry nor upset, he didn't even make a sound.

he whimpered, a fresh sob breaking from his chest, his hands trembling as they hovered near my wrists but never dared to touch me. “Don’t fucking whine my name like you actually care,” I snapped, squeezing his jaw even tighter until his teeth scraped together. “Did you look at my broken body just now and feel proud of your work? Did you think, ‘Wow, I really did a good job destroying the Carrington heir?’” Nathaniel shook his head frantically, his tears spilling over my knuckles, burning my skin with their fake warmth. “I didn’t… I didn’t want this for you… I swear…” he choked out, his voice sounding totally raw and broken.

And a fat merchant in a striking yellow west lamented: "Oh god, maybe his position will be removed. Why did I spend so much money to curry favor with him?" In between the mass of discussing people, some cursing in dissatisfaction, Nathaniel's face had darkened, and his hands clenched into fists. The last part of the introduction wasn't part of the script. It wasn't beneficial to his investigations either. After so many years of cold and fearful treatment, why acknowledge him now?

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.

Just as he took a step, Nathaniel spoke, his voice lower, tainted with a bitter weakness that pricked at his soul. "I wasn't happy with that deal. I think you already know that. I had forsaken my crew and that pulled at what heart I have. I expect obedience, expect them to go along with whatever course I set. But I overstepped the mark, even if they benefited." He sighed, turning his back. He didn't want Lloyd to see the pain it caused. Worse than those early days. "So, I decided to scour all the books I had. And attempt to find one on that island who could help." 1745

The mothers could not help admiring the two love birds they were trying to bring close to each other talk. They were gushing all over them. At this time, the people sitting at other tables also came to say hello to Nathaniel. Nathaniel is the only son of the Franchise family. He has been outstanding since he was a child. When he was studying, he skipped two grades in elementary school, one grade in junior high school, and one grade in high school. Therefore, he finished college four years earlier than other people.