Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

Nathan was fortunate to have a strong mental resilience, otherwise he would have been driven to death by Thea's sharp tongue. "Thea, I could never become a beggar, not in a million years," Nathan had boundless confidence in the future as he spoke. "My difficulties are only temporary. Once I sign the contract with the Fletcher family, I believe there will be many visionary people who will invest in my company immediately. Then, I will be able to redeem myself. It will be a remarkable success, all in the blink of an eye."

I explained, hoping to avoid further questions. Mrs. Natalie's expression turned from curiosity to disappointment. "Oh, I see. I was hoping for something more intense," she said with a sigh. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Natalie. But Nathan and I have a genuine connection, and we respect each other," I said, trying to make it clear that our relationship was not just about physical attraction. Mrs. Natalie smiled at me, and I could tell that she understood. "I'm glad to hear that, Anita. Nathan has been through a lot, and he deserves someone like you," she said, patting my hand.

No, he chose Nathaniel. Nathaniel was already broken and bruised. He learned to handle pain very well. He only needed to be trained and Edgar trained him by himself! When Nathaniel was eighteen, Edgar gave him a vision that he was going to handle the business of his father. Nathan was counted as a weakling by Edgar and surely he was jealous of Nathaniel. Once again, this time, Nathan sought to kill Nathaniel but as Nathaniel found it, he killed him with his bare hands.

Of course, before she can even finish her sentence our moment is interrupted by one of my warriors as his voice fills my head through the link. “Alpha. We've found a girl on our lands. She claims not to be a Rogue and doesn't smell like one either but, she's refusing to tell us her name. Said she'll only speak to you. We weren't sure if we should take her to the cells or not because of our guests.” Nathen is a fairly new warrior but already he's proving to be a good one, but right now, I just want to knock him the fuck out for ruining the moment.

“Him who?. I want you to talk to me Nathan ” Nathan’s voice cracked. “The one from before. The one I told you about… back in Calgary. The bully. The reason...the reason I ran with Anabelle.” Elle’s eyes widened slowly as understanding sank in. As she stepped back. “You mean...Noah Grayson? The new CEO is… that Noah?”

I almost let it go to voicemail, until something told me not to. "Miss Hart." The voice was low, controlled, entirely unbothered, like he made calls that reshaped other people's lives every day of the week. "This is Nathaniel Whitfield. My grandmother tells me you're considering her proposal." "Your grandmother tells you a lot of things, apparently." A pause, brief enough that I almost missed it. "She tells me you're direct. I appreciate direct. It saves time." "Is that what this is to you? A time saving measure?"

After King Roderick Zafeiri and Commander Nile Robinson gave a speech amidst the soldiers of the Capital and the families of the six soldiers who died while on a mission to the Forbidden Forest, the soldiers and families were allowed to put flowers on the grave Nathania looked at the sky that was getting cloudy, the wind blew the fragrant leaves and flower petals. The funeral atmosphere was different when she had lost Nathan eight months ago. On the day of Nathan's funeral, when her eyes looked at the sky, all she saw was snowflakes falling.

Braelyn tilted her head in curiosity. "Nathaniel is the prince of the fire pack," Sage whispered in a tiny voice. Braelyn nodded in understanding. Nathaniel is a prince of the fire pack, a neighboring pack with her father's Red Shine pack. He's also the same age as the triplets and he was born in the same month as the triplets except that Nathaniel was born at the beginning of the month while the triplets was born in the middle of the month.

Whitney lay on the bed with a pale face, her breath a little unsteady. Nathaniel looked at Whitney and frowned slightly. He called Ted. "Mr. Nathaniel, you want to ask about Whitney?" Ted was a smart man. He glanced at Whitney lying on the bed and understood what Nathaniel was thinking. "Yeah." Nathaniel nodded, turned around, and smiled at Whitney. "I need to go somewhere for something. I'll come back to play with you later, okay?" "Okay." Whitney smiled warmly, and a cunning look quickly flashed across her eyes.

"You're the only outsider here. Do you intend to run to Father and tattle?" The chairs here weren't the grand seats of an estate, just short wooden stools. With his long legs, Nathaniel was a bit too tall to sit on them. Though it seemed like he had lowered himself from a lofty position to be there, he sat with a casual ease, as though he were in his own home. Frederick clenched his fists tightly. Nathaniel's remark that he was the only outsider struck him as intolerable. Who was the true outsider here? "You really would go to Father and tattle, Fred?" Nathaniel cast him a sidelong glance and laughed, loud and unrestrained. "Go ahead and try. Let's see if he believes you. In any case, I won'