Nathaniel Northwest Novels & Stories

Marcus Shaw did not knock when he entered Nathaniel’s study. He never did when the matter was serious. The doors at Celestine Heights opened for him with a soft recognition, a security system that knew his gait as well as it knew Nathaniel’s voice. Nathaniel looked up from the tablet in his hand. He had been reviewing port traffic figures without really seeing them. Lillian’s presence had altered the shape of his concentration. He finished fewer tasks at once now. He noticed more.

ADOPTED HEIR **Reaching for her** Writer's P O V Nathaniel got down from the plane he boarded down to Washington DC on Wednesday 6pm. He suddenly had business contracts to sign with a man he has been trying to win over so he shifted coming down to Washington until he was done with everything. Luckily, he finished up with everything last night and couldn't wait to come down to Washington. He was so nervous, yet he wanted to confirm all the possibilities that he might have impregnated Isabella without knowing as soon as possible.

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.

I truly couldn’t bring myself to do such a thing. Nathan: Where are you? Noticing that I remained silent for a long time, Nathan spoke again, this time with concern. It seemed that he was worried about me. Me: I’m at West Northam right now, I replied. After telling him where I was, I continued to sob. Nathan: Wait for me. Then he hung up. Hearing the beeping tone, I felt even more wronged. Nathan wasn’t just a man I had been intimate with several times in the past. In fact, he was the only person who could give me warmth.

Nathaniel may not like her right now, but if she carries his pup, the future heir of the pack, he might mark her eventually. Nathaniel is the aloof alpha of the River Bed Pack. He is 29 years old, single, and unmated. His parents have been bugging him for years; Most Alphas his age already have pre-teen pups or, more precisely, the future Alphas running their packhouses, but Nathaniel remains unmated. He had never been into intimate relationships, making him the laughingstock among the senior Alphas of the neighboring packs. Not only was it uncommon, but also disturbing that the future of his pack was hanging on a thin thread.

unless someone with a massive amount of pull and a very personal vendetta had greased the wheels. "Thank you for telling me, Sarah. We'll talk later." I slipped out of bed after I hung up, my bare feet hitting the cold floor. Nathaniel wasn't in the room. I followed the dim light spilling into the hallway and found him in the kitchen of our private lodge. He was sitting at the marble island, shirtless, his back a broad expanse of corded muscle and faint scars. He was focused on his laptop, a half-eaten sandwich sitting abandoned on a plate beside him.

I had almost said that I wondered what little Alvin’s abilities would have been. But even though I stopped myself, it seemed as though Nathan knew exactly what I was going to say. He quickly cleared his throat and pushed himself away from the tree, scrubbing his hand through his hair as he did so. “Hey, so, uh…” he began, now rubbing the back of his neck. “I have to tell you something.” I straightened up as I looked up at him. “What is it?” Nathan paused for a moment, opening and closing his mouth a few times as though unsure of how to begin, before he finally spoke. “I have to go up north for a summit with Dan this weekend.”

It was better than the emptiness waiting outside those walls. Nathaniel was meeting his best friends. They wanted to cheer him up, so they invited him for a drink at a private club. Gavin drove him in the direction of the club, but a traffic jam led them to take another route. To his surprise, he came across a familiar counseling center. North Crest Recovery & Counseling Center. The memory of his young self resurfaced. The ten-year-old Nathaniel Collins, suffering from trauma due to his father’s death. It was in that same center where he received therapy a few months before leaving Velmon City to hide from Victor Kline’s men.

"At the mention of Nick, Nathaniel's brows were tightly furrowed." "All right, I know. I will handle it as soon as possible. Okay?" Hurry up. I can't wait to go on a trip with mommy and Rita. Don't forget what you promised us. "After that, Zion hung up the phone." Nathaniel's gaze suddenly turned grim. "In the Underground City, he had discovered many things which struck him with disbelief. " "Nathaniel wanted to light up a cigarette, but he was afraid that the smell would wake Mango up. Therefore, he stood in front of the French window and fell deep into thought while looking at the scenery outside. "

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.