Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

It took a while to piece at least some of it together allowing him to work out that the King was either looking for something or someone important that had been taken. After getting all he can without actually showing himself and asking questions, Jonah returns to Romeo with his report. ----------- As Nathaniel makes his way through the Forbidden Mountains he is slowly joined by Savannah, Julian, Skylar, Victoria, Griffin, Ryker, Isabella, Scarlett, Phoenix, Sebastian, Teresa, Josephine, Zachary, Noah, Serenity, Carter, Claire, Kathleen, Prime, Violet, Chase, Chrysta, Zane, Maya and Opal… His closet friends, his family.

“ Hello, Mrs. Trentino. Accept my condolences for the loss of your best friend. I know you are grieving and you expected to come to work tomorrow but I need you right now. Your personal assistant quit and you need a new one. I am holding interviews and I can’t seem to decide who you would want. “ He said. I fought the urge to be rude as that was a minor problem that could easily be solved. He didn’t need me going in. Despite knowing that, I decided that it would be best if I went in. I was very particular about who I hired. That and the fact that I had nothing else to do. Nikolai was still with Anabelle and Florian in the basement torturing someone.

My fingers hover over my contacts before settling on a name. Grant Fischer. Senior financial analyst at Carter Industries. Smart. Efficient. And, most importantly—corruptible. I type out a message. “Get me the updated Cartersville Tech financial documents.” I hit send, then lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. Nathan made a mistake. A big one. And I’m going to make damn sure he pays for it. The whiskey glass sits empty on my desk, a silent reminder of how little it’s done to calm my nerves. I stand, pacing the room, my mind racing.

Of course. William learned more about Nathan in the past couple of months from Grace, than he ever wanted to know about any human being with whom he wasn’t directly concerned. Nathan, an accomplished actor and movie director, who at twenty-nine had already made two festival darlings and was being hailed as the next great auteur of American independent cinema. Nathan, the assistant director of Tethered Hearts. Nathan, who had a great vision for this film. Nathan this, Nathan that. And yeah, Nathan who wouldn’t stop texting Grace even after work hours.

Nathan Hale sat in the dimly lit study, the city lights outside casting long, fragmented shadows across the room. The quiet was deliberate, almost ceremonial—a silence he relied on when plans were forming, when calculations were being weighed. His gaze lingered on the digital screen in front of him, a stream of intelligence collected over days: movements, financial transactions, Vincent’s statements, and Adrian Blackwood’s recent activity. Each line of data another piece of the puzzle, and Nathan methodically connected them, one thread at a time.

Abraham feared his son’s power. Flint knew his father well. Abraham was not just a father—he was first the Wolf King. Suspicious, cautious, always balancing power. Flint gave a small nod, hiding the frustration that built inside him. “I understand.” “Good,” Abraham said. His attention had already shifted back to the papers on his desk. Flint left the study with measured steps, his thoughts a storm beneath his calm exterior. Later, his phone buzzed. Amy’s name lit the screen. He answered with little patience. “What do you want?”

For a brief moment, Sebastian felt a fragile, real calm. Arthur knelt before Nathaniel, tone light but curious. "Tell me, if you had ten coins and I gave you five more, how many would you have?" Nathaniel glanced up, smirking. Seriously? Baby math. "Fifteen," he said confidently. "And if you split them evenly among three friends?" Arthur asked. "Each would get five," He replied without hesitation. Arthur’s eyes twinkled. "You're sharper than I expected." Nathaniel’s posture straightened a little. “I like coding too. I’ve built simple programs and solved some beginner algorithms.”

Nathan nodded back, his gaze flickering toward the boardroom doors. Blake is Nathan’s lawyer and one of the sharpest legal minds in the business world. Highly intelligent, strategic, and meticulous, he has been a key asset to Nathan, helping him navigate complex corporate legal battles and high-stakes negotiations. With a background in corporate law and mergers, Blake is not just a lawyer—he’s a tactician who anticipates moves before they happen, always staying three steps ahead of his opponents.

she replied. Nathaniel nodded once. “Proceed as planned.” Relief crossed the coordinator’s face before she could conceal it. “Understood.” Nathaniel stepped back, signaling the end of the exchange. As he turned to leave, he paused. “You are from Florentis Quarter,” he said. “Yes.” “It is not a place that seeks visibility.” “No,” Lillian agreed. “It survives by knowing when to step back.” “And when not to,” Nathaniel added. “Yes.” That earned a longer look. Not appraisal. Recognition.

Just standing outside the building made him feel more at ease. Ned didn't know how long he had been standing there and watching until Nathaniel parked his car and called out to him. Ned finally returned to his senses and looked away. "Mr. Fletcher, I thought that you'd moved." Nathaniel was spinning his car keys in his fingers. He had one hand stuck in his pocket as he smiled at Ned. He didn't seem to mind all the trouble Ned had caused after his confession on the show when he had admitted that he had his memories back and was still deeply in love with Angeline.