Nathaniel Lolirock Novels & Stories

I lay helpless on the cold, hard desk, completely undone by his touch. “More,” I breathed. His breath was hot against my skin as one hand worked on my buttons. Suddenly, his fingers stopped. I whimpered in protest, but Nathaniel only chuckled softly. “Look at yourself,” he murmured, his eyes dark and hungry. He pulled his shirt over his head, his gaze never leaving my exposed, soaked core. “The iron-fisted head of the Lancroft corporation,” he taunted. “Begging to be filled by me.” My face burned with both shame and desire. “Nate…”

Nathaniel’s Pov The last few days or should I say weeks have been hectic for me and I hated myself for everything that happened, especially the part that has to do with Rayner being kidnapped and I being threatened if anything happens to her. At the engagement party when there was news about Rayner and me being in a contract marriage, I vowed to get whoever was behind it, and in a few hours, I got the person. I am Nathaniel Blackwood of Diavolo, a name people hear and tremble.

“Liam’s drawn to broken things. But he doesn’t know what to do with them when they start to heal.” Nathaniel frowned. “That’s harsh.” “It’s true.” He looked at the painting. “What’s this one called?” “Echoes in the Dark.” “Fitting.” Eleanor looked at her son. “Don’t fall for her, Nathaniel.” “I’m not,” he said too quickly. Eleanor only hummed. ---

“Oliver, I’ve never spared the truth for you. I don’t know what’s happening in your head, but you need to understand the Lord is just someone who considers himself another misunderstood, unfitting royal. It’s a temporary understanding for him. “ Oliver dug his fingers in his palm “While you, “ his superior continued, “are a stray dog with a confused sense of loyalty. You’re not honest even in your own mind, so I don’t expect you to say anything. I just sincerely hope that loyalty of yours hasn’t become misplaced by now. And if you disagree with everything I just said, then you, and him, are surprisingly naïve. “ After olvier didn’t object, Nathanile said , “I want this to be over as quickl

After delivering a hard slap that interrupted Qazi's words, Nathaniel hurriedly ran toward Liam, his face filled with anxiety. Approaching Liam, he bowed in trepidation and spoke nervously, "Mister Burrey, we sincerely apologize. We didn't recognize your esteemed identity! I had no idea you were a friend of Mister Ulrick!" Liam squinted and smiled faintly. "Oh, the Howser I know is the same man you're referring to?" Nathaniel trembled, swallowing hard before responding fearfully, "You have Mister Ulrick's personal card, which means the man you know is indeed Mister Ulrick!"

'Sing holly, go whistle, sing ivy! The boyish voice rang in the silence, as joyous as a chorister at Christmas. A shrill laugh followed and the sound of light footsteps dancing on the boards. Nathaniel bristled but kept his nerve. "Who are you? I ain't heard a child here before." He asked as calmly as he could. His eyes briefly moved from Lloyd to search the room behind him. "I ain't had any on the ship." "Cut with the Holly! Throttle with the Ivy! Whistle to the Devil, and he'll think of you highly!'

His wife who was wearing a bathrobe walked inside with her head held down. When Nathaniel saw her, he looked visibly excited. But his excitement dissappeared when he remembered that Lorenzo might want something in return. "What do you want Lorenzo?" he demanded. Lorenzo smiled wickedly. "I want you to vote for Alexander in the upcoming voting" he replied. Nathaniel immediately glared at Lorenzo. "You think I would vote for the man who ruined me and insulted me badly? In your dreams" he refused immediately. Lorenzo already expected that. He casually walked towards his wife and tugged at her bathrobe, revealing a baby doll nightgown underneath. That night is not leaving anything to imagination

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.

And a fine smile pulled my lips at the sight of Nathaniel’s look-alike. “I came later than discussed,” he coldly spoke, his face cap coming off the next second. “Hmm.” Casually, I sat and observed his uncanny features. “What’s your name? I’ve been curious about that.” “Ro-Ro,” he scoffed, leaning forward to show off how much the sinisterness in his eyes had grown. “Focus on your own shit. No?” “Fine.” He’s seriously no fun. Just the Nathaniel I know. “I’ve thought about your deal. I want in.”

“Who writes the wipe script?” Nathan hesitated. “A contractor who uses the handle ‘Rook.’ I do not know his real name yet. I can pull it if I get back into one mailbox, but I will need a safe terminal for that. Not tonight.” “Fine,” Ace said. “We will move forward with what we have.” Emma touched Nathan’s sleeve. “You did well. This is clear. Keep going.” Nathan dragged the files to the drive. A progress bar crept across the screen, and he watched it as if it were a burning fuse.