Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

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.

Nathan has taken the first flight home and has called his friend to pick him up from the airport, he has also informed his twin sister Natalie not to worry about flying to the Copperbelt to bail him out coz everything has been taken care of. Nathaniel is spoiled and arrogant so he knows that no matter the kind of relationship he has with his father Mr Williams, he can never let his son spend the whole night in jail for the sake of his reputation he has to protect as a former Minister of Mines.

My wolf purred, and for a second, Nathan’s laughter died down and I could swear that he returned the favor before he looked at his phone. “You still haven’t told me what you want as flavors, malyshka?” “Anything would be fine for me, but I’m not really sure what you’re into” I said, wrapping my arms around my knees, curling up on the couch. Nathan smirked, his eyes lighting up in what seemed to be a devious gaze, his fingers tapping the phone twice before he winked at me. “All three flavors” **************************** I woke up to Nathan running his finger over my lower back.

“You're thinking about that too much. With an acquaintance like Flynn Schwinn, what information would be hard for her to find?” “Hmmm” Nathaniel answered and left the room. He knew that there was more to it than what Jonathan had said. From his interactions with her, he knew that she was not one fond of asking people for favors. But then he didn't know how good the relationship between her and Flynn Schwinn is? Nathaniel then moved to tye balcony of thow house. He checked around to make sure that no one was within ear shot before he brought out his phone and dialed a number.

"I'm truly sorry, but my tea is reserved for those with good intentions toward me. I know nothing about you, so offering you tea would be premature," Adrian explained, shrugging. At this moment, his vigilance heightened. This man had just called him by his name, implying some level of prior investigation. "If that's the case, let's not beat around the bush.” Nathaniel produced a token from his pocket. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Nathaniel Albarea, deputy head of Mapleston City’s garrison."

“We have to.” The line went dead, but Cassie didn’t lower the phone right away. Nathaniel sounded like a man who felt something precious slipping through his fingers, and Franklin was not a rival anyone underestimated. The truth was painful and complicated. Nathaniel’s work consumed him in a way few people could understand. Human lives depended on his decisions, his presence, his unwavering focus. He couldn’t simply choose differently, couldn’t walk away when duty called. And Franklin… Franklin was there.

“We knew using Sloane would be a long shot, given his history with Malachy. But we found our weak links, and we learned something most worthwhile.” Griffin’s eyes tracked his father’s movements across the room. “And that is?” he questioned suspiciously. A sly smirk was his reward. “Silly boy,” the older dragon chided. “Claire has proven herself a most prized and invaluable treasure.” Nathaniel strolled to a glass hutch containing crystal bottles full of different liquors and opened a decanter of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid into a crystal goblet before he sat on a lavish tufted-back chair facing the stone hearth.