Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

"Thank you. No, can you do me a favor and please stop stalling and tell me what the hell's going on because I'm starting to feel sort of panicked when it comes to you and the information you might have. Why are you saying that I will thank you after what you have to tell me ? " "Nathaniel who doesn't have a surname but he was part of your cousin squad of people who did his dirty bidding for him , his last game was a couple of years ago before he met his girlfriend he was supposed to kill your wife and he didn't get around to doing it because you saved her. "

The only solution we could think of right now is to try and restore the peace between both families, all our problems would go away. We thought about it for a long time before my brother and I decided to get back into the lives of the Trents and take back our place as their trustworthy personal assistants. Gramps has failed in his attempt to reconcile our differences and get back with the elderly Trent, but he never succeeded. Our father too tried to settle it his own way also, but Simon Trent listens to his father's instructions and he never gave my father a listening ear, he never granted him an audience and even when he did, he never listened to anything he has to say because he was blind

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

Nathan yelled at his workers transferring his frustration on them and they all scurried away. That guy is Alex Meyer! Why didn't he think of that when he mentioned his name? " Foolish " Punch !! " Stupid " Punch. " Idiot " Punch! Punch!! Punch!!!. Nathan punched the wall cursing himself. He feel so angry at him. After promising Sadie that she will never cry again, she cried today and he is the mastermind behind her tears. He broke his own promise. Darn it!!!!! **************************** It's been almost three years and you haven't gone back to new york, are you not planning on going back? "

“Now. Nathaniel.” And the temperature in the room drops about ten degrees because she says his name the way you’d address a stranger, flat and professional, and I watch him go carefully still. “Nathaniel runs comms,” she continues, not looking at him, all business. “From the car. He’s got eyes on the building; he’s in our ears; he pulls us out if it goes sideways. He does not come inside because Nathaniel has exactly the kind of face that the Slaughterhouse’s people would clock as someone’s fixer in about four seconds, and a fixer means a boss, and a boss means questions.” She sets the tablet down. “So he sits in the car. And keeps us alive from a distance. Which is, I’m told, the thing he’s

I can feel Nathaniel’s observant eyes watching me, sensing a shift in my demeanor. "Last night was unexpected, but I hope you don’t think I took advantage of you.” "No, you dint. I told you I am a big girl. I knew what I was doing." I clarify. Nathaniel hands me some papers before clearing his throat, preparing to divulge more information. "Before you read that, you should know who I am," he begins. "My name is Nathaniel Welsh Coven." He pauses, gauging my reaction, and watches as realization slowly dawns on me.

He was hard to understand, he was a cruel soul yet he was as kind as they came. - "It is time you used your wolf." Nathaniel roared with authority. He was a slim tall man with eyes a blazing violet colour, long dreadlocks and skin a smooth dark colour. Nathaniel was one of the oldest wolves in the Higher Court. He was known as the founding father as he was among the wolves who founded the Higher Court. He was known to be cursed with mortality. Forced to walk the ground 'till time would give up on itself. He had seen a lot, more than enough to drive one to wishing he were dead instead.

He'd always thought he'd never find his mate and even if he did, he'd expected them to be female and a stranger. Nathan was anything but! No one could know... no one could know, not until he cut the string. Not until he got rid of this annoying wide-eyed kid that usually clung to his younger brother like a second skin. A dumb tousle-haired boy that had no thoughts or judgement of his own, except if fed one. An idiot who blindly took his brother who was also an idiot as his crush and treated him like his master. Nathan was a fool. Even more so that he looked like he would collapse when Mikhail introduced Elena as his mate.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Ethan leaned against the balcony, holding a small wooden frame while Nathaniel hammered nails into the wall. “Pass me the longer screw,” Nathaniel said, wiping sweat from his forehead. Ethan handed it over. “You could’ve just hired someone, you know.” “Why would I do that,” Nathaniel smirked, “when I have a perfectly good best friend with muscles and zero weekend plans?” Ethan rolled his eyes. “Wow. Using my heartbreak as manual labor.”

After Steven Breece left the department, a girl sitting at the desk next to Nathan said, “Hey, I’m Cindy Miles. You?” “Nathaniel Lee.” Upon hearing the man’s name, another coworker immediately turned toward him, “Is your name really Nathaniel Lee?” “Yes.” Cindy, who still looked surprised, also said, “Oh, your name is exactly the same as our war general. Oh, I mean our former war general.” Nathan, who was already used to that reaction, replied casually, “Our names are exactly the same, but … our fates are different.” “I mean … well, he became a war general who was idolized, while I’m just an ordinary employee,” Nathan added.