Romans & histoires Nathaniel Lolirock

The voices were buzzing again, low, soft, hungry. Good. They liked this. “Do you know his name?” I asked. My tone didn’t give him an option. Clinton swallowed. “Nathaniel Lockwood. He’s a nerdy student. Which makes me wonder what the fuck he was doing there, going after your brother.” I drummed my fingers against the wall. Exactly, the dude looked like a complete idiot and really incompetent. So what the fuck was he doing coming after Liam? “Maybe it was paid work?” I also thought about that.

He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes. Nathaniel never talked much but always stood up against the bullies who targeted weak people. His one menacing look made the bullies question their existence. I sighed in relief when I saw my classroom from my peripheral vision. I almost jumped out of excitement becau- “Wait up Fatso, Where is my assignment, essay or whatever the hell you were supposed to complete? I turned around ready to be grilled. I saw Danika Williams and her minions. “I didn’t do it” I murmured looking down.

"I'm close to invulnerable, I'm stronger than most anyone here, I'm hot and I make seven figures a year. What can you possibly offer me?" Lothar was at a loss for words. He didn't make that much! "Okay, could you two stop flirting," Tarloh interrupted, trying to keep a straight face even after getting kicked in the shin by Nat. "What did you two have in mind?" Nat leaned back, bracing herself with her hands. "There are a lot of Talented humans out there. And being in the protection business, I've met several. There's one that I've heard of who has an . . . understanding of dimensions beyond anything you or I could grasp. His name is Croc, but . . ."

All loaded guns were pointed towards his direction. "You're out numbered Nathaniel." Abree seethed bitterly beside me. Nathaniel's gaze searched the crowd and when we locked eyes, unwelcome shivers ran down my spine. "Lorraine." he says, a bitter smile stretching across his face. My mouth instantly went dry, heart pounding but I managed to keep my poker face. Nathaniel tilts his head, his eyes taking in my appearance and he nods before saying. "He would be proud." What? Who would be proud.

place. "Ahem…*caught*", please excuse me. I got a little something in my throat...haha…( please forgive this Author... Author Elaami is being Naughty! Let's ride on, please! Cho Ja Nathaniel was a perfect artwork by God's own hand, probably on "His off day!", with a face that a crying baby could use as a sleeping drug instead of a lullaby. He was feared by all and carried this breeze of terror everywhere. "Ok! Let's go!"

He looked like he was disappointed in Nathan and wanted to kick him right then. “You’re protecting me?” Nathan was dazed. He could not quite understand. He was a three-star general of Lovellia and the leader of the Lupine Special Forces and the Western Forces. He did not need anyone’s protection. “Sir, don’t worry. They wouldn’t dare touch me.” Nathan beamed. He thought that Howard was worried that Myst would hurt him. “You idiot!” Howard was so angry that he shouted at him. Nathan became even more stunned. His teacher had never acted this way before.

Small progress, I suppose. "You’re lucky, Bob," Nathan grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose like the weight of the entire pack bore down on him. "You don’t have a mate. Especially not a goddess." I didn’t react. I couldn’t afford to. I kept my features neutral, my breathing calm, though inside my chest, a subtle ache stirred at the mention. My gaze flicked briefly toward the fireplace, its flames throwing shadows across the room. Lorn scoffed, “Goddesses, huh? They're more like spoiled little princesses. We repeatedly warn them, don’t just vanish into unknown realms. But do they listen? Hell no.”

"What's on your mind, Nathaniel?" Nathaniel's smile masked his turmoil. "Nothing," he muttered, shrugging. Before Kilo could press further, Tristian burst in, his face etched with worry. "Thank the goddess you're alright!" Tristian exclaimed. He enveloped Nathaniel in a tight hug. Nathaniel's eyes met Kilo's over Tristian's shoulder. Kilo's gaze held a mix of relief and concern. “I am a Hawthorne, and we aren’t easy to kill,” Nathaniel muttered cockily, a hint of pride in his voice.

Nathaniel Rhodes sat on his chair while his suit jacket lay discarded carelessly across the floor beside him, his white dress shirt completely unbuttoned to expose sweat-slicked skin stretched tightly over a broad muscular chest that rose and fell unevenly with every ragged breath leaving his mouth. His head was tilted backward while one large hand worked through his huge cock. My eyes widened, shock filling my body as I watched this untouchable man moan while his hands were wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in fast motions. But that was not the worst part, the worst part sat directly beside his laptop. My employee identification photograph. Nathaniel stared directly at it while hi

"Choose your opponent." Nicholas glanced toward Nathaniel. Dressed in dark jeans, black boots, and a white hoodie, Nathaniel stepped forward without hesitation, his expression unreadable. Lucas's golden eyes swept over him from head to toe before a mocking chuckle escaped his lips. "This is your champion?" Nathaniel didn't so much as blink. He casually ran a hand through his messy dark hair, his icy gaze never leaving Lucas. "Jared." Lucas called and at the sound of his name, one of the towering Lycans stepped out from the crowd.