Nathaniel Meme Novelas e Histórias

“Is there something wrong with my name?” “No... I...” I glance at him over my shoulder. I take in his hard jaw covered in stubble, his wild hair, and his large biceps, bulging against his sleeves. “I expected you to have a more... brutish name. The name Ethan makes me think of a mischievous young boy.” He chuckles. “Believe it or not, I was a mischievous wee lad once.” His eyes glint playfully in the firelight and I can almost imagine it.

“You think this is a joke? I’m risking everything here.” “Oh, I know,” Nathaniel says, leaning back against the headboard, voice dropping into that silken drawl that has talked boardrooms into ruin. “That’s what makes it fun.” The woman at the mini bar glances over, sensing the change in his tone. He gives her a look that says stay quiet, and she obeys, sipping her wine in silence. “Let me guess,” Nathaniel continues, almost conversational. “Reid Caddel hasn’t given you the grand speech yet? The one where he pretends loyalty still means something in a company full of rats? The ones you're about to join, the irony.”

To a scandal, to a plot, a blurred silhouette. So I reopen my computer. I search. An archive, an email, an exchange of documents. Proof that the so-called "note" they brandish is a fake, a montage, a fiction intended to break me. I know who started it. I know what Cassandre wants. And I have no intention of defending myself halfway. If I fall, it will be with my eyes open but not on my knees. My phone rings, it's Daniel. I do not answer, not yet.

Luke jokes and smile with pride. “Nathan does have an unusual obsession with my lips. Either set works for him,” I try to sound serious but we keep laughing. “Natalie has the same obsession with me,” Talia winks. “Me?” Natalie fake offence. “If pussy had calories you would weight 700 lbs.” “Damien do not comment about my sister I will deck you,” Dalton warns and we start laughing again.

Peter is also Nathaniel's childhood friend. "Nothing, I just feel happy." Nathan responded. "Okay, I'm not gonna ask you again. You are not gonna make me jealous of your family, Nate. I won't allow that." Peter joked, earning a small laugh from his brother and Jay. "We all know why he is always smiling. There is no need to ask." Jay scoffed. "He has the perfect family." Paul nodded. It made Nathaniel feel more proud than he already is. He stood up on his feet. "Guys, let's go to our usual spot. I'm in the mood of treating you all to anything you want." Nathaniel declared. His friends jubilated at the news.

“Now that the lesser offenders have been dealt with. Attention; remaining warriors present. You are hereby charged with abuse of power and the maltreatment of fellow members including rape… Your punishment is death.” Nathaniel stops for a moment as the Pride members in shackles voice their protests and the crowd around them makes their horror at what they had done known. After a few moments, Nathaniel lifts his hand to quieten them down before he opens his mate link with Elizabeth and says in a playful tone, “I will be back in a flash…”

I couldn’t hold back my amusement, I laughed out, and Mr Cooper’s face looked flustered out of embarrassment. “Really Dude! We are done here okay!” “No daddy, I won’t tell mummy okay,” “Mummy, daddy doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore.” Nath said to the person in the background and turned back to face the camera. Before he could say anything, his mother surfaced to grab the phone from him, “That’s okay, bye.” She said hastily and dropped the call, but I caught a glimpse of her. In truth, she looked nothing like I envisaged. The books turned out right, good men fall for weird women.

He exhaled, leaning back in his wheelchair with an almost lazy grin. “Here’s my secret… I married a woman who, about a month ago, just so happened to be one of my exclusive strippers at a club.” He said, giving me a pointed look. “And I still can’t wrap my head around why the niece of someone as wealthy as Zane Lancaster would do something like that for money.” My smirk didn’t waver, but my mind raced—so, he did remember that night. Nathaniel had always been the type to forget or overlook people unless they made a lasting impression on him. I never thought I had made enough of one that night for him to remember my face.

The phone screen gradually dimmed, and I lit it up to type a reply. [Don’t mention it. I was disappointed.] I replied with a sad face emoji. [?] Jess sent, quickly followed by an [Oh dear... I thought he’s... you know, he looks huge. That’s definitely a fraud!] I giggled at Jess’s reply and sent [Yeah. Never judge by appearances.] I laughed as I exited the chat with Jess and scrolled down. My finger stopped at Nathan’s name. I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen.

"This man tried to negotiate with gang members using PowerPoint presentations." "It was one time, and the presentation made excellent points about resource allocation." "You brought pie charts to a gang meeting!" Iris was laughing so hard she had to sit down. The image of teenage Nathaniel with his briefcase and presentations was too perfect. "This is slander," Nathaniel said, but he was smiling. "I'm a respected businessman now. That's what matters." "You're still a nerd. You just have better glasses." Marcus pulled out his phone. "Oh man, I have pictures. From before he got his teeth fixed and everything."