Nathaniel Northwest Novels & Stories

“And I know that these are things that I shouldn’t care about. But somehow, I still do. She always finds a way to make me feel small. And she does that by just using words. At times, I can ignore them, but there are times when it is hard to do so. I am guessing today just falls with the fact of being hard.” Nolan didn’t move for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re not small, Natalia. You never were. You might not see it, but I do. There are many others who look up at you, and when I say that I know they wouldn’t if this was someone else, I am not even complimenting you when I say that I know my pack. They do not give in to anyone, and they do not look twice to someone that they don’t r

Nathaniel was Damon’s older brother and the terrifyingly cold president of Rhodes Enterprises, a man so emotionally unreachable that most employees avoided making eye contact with him altogether during meetings because one sharp glance from him alone could reduce experienced executives into nervous wrecks instantly. He was brilliant, powerful and completely untouchable. And absolutely not the type of man who made sounds like that. But I was wrong because for the second time, I heard a other moan, followed by my name. “Katherine…” The low voice sounded horny beyond recognition while another strained groan followed immediately afterward, rough enough to send a shiver down my spine before I cou

I took a deep breath and told myself I couldn’t stay in here forever. Pushing the door open, a new wave of steam escaped ahead of me, into the dimly lit bedroom. The overhead light was off. Only a single brass lamp on the bedside table was lit. Nathan was at the window. He’d put on a pair of grey sweatpants but remained barefoot, bare-chested. His back was at me, shoulders were tense. his head bowed slightly as he looked out into the black night, one hand braced against the window frame. The pose spoke of a contained power, of waiting.

"I'll walk out that window right now and you'll never see me again. But Ella, please. Just look at the shrine. Verify what I'm telling you. Then make your choice." A knock on my door made us both freeze. "Ella?" Kane's voice, concerned and gentle. "I heard voices. Are you alright?" Nathaniel moved toward the window with desperate speed. Before he left, he pressed something into my palm. A key. "West tower," he whispered. "Third door on the left. See the truth." Then he was gone, disappearing into the darkness as Kane's key turned in my lock. The door opened, and Kane stood there in sleep pants and concern, his hair disheveled. "I thought I heard someone."

Nathaniel remained deadpan as he watched, his dark eyes looked to where the sky had reddened and the sun was starting to chase away to blackness. The others didn't seem to notice, or they had seen it all too often in the past. Watching only cemented the knowledge of how thin their link between earth and the underworld was. "Thomas. Here." Nathaniel's voice was sharp and authoritative, it left no room for one to disobey and the youngest of the crew, a red head of 'debatable' Scottish descent, edged forward. "See to that. And make sure the deck is cleaned, course is set for the Northern Islands and I don't want damn sea birds picking up the blood scent."

"I trembled through half that interview. I couldn't remember which camera to look at. I nearly said the word 'bullshit' on live national coverage." "And it worked." I stepped closer. "You were raised for this. You can walk into a Council chamber and know exactly where to stand. I grew up dodging whispers in a pack that barely tolerated me. I don’t want to be someone else. I just want to have a chance at surviving this without being torn apart." His jaw clenched. His silence stretched. Nathan cleared his throat like he couldn’t stand it any longer. "Sorry to interrupt, but there’s rogue activity near Westpoint. Not large. Maybe half a dozen wolves. But it’s close enough that it needs eyes."

Nathaniel Across the city, Nathaniel Crane leaned back in his leather chair, ice pressed to his bruised jaw. His men stood around him, waiting for orders. “Blackwood thinks he’s won,” he muttered, swirling whiskey in his glass. “But he doesn’t understand. Winning her in a fight doesn’t mean keeping her.” He smirked, though the bruise on his lip tugged painfully. “She came to me once. That seed is planted. Next time she runs, she won’t be walking into my den—she’ll be begging for sanctuary.”

The fact that he was alone touched my heart. I knew it's dangerous and maybe Nate won't care about me or he might have lied or things like that but my heart told me to help him that's why I risked this. I need to meet him tomorrow too.. Good thing I don't have a schedule tomorrow. "I found his profile and his background before he was stated dead" Autumn said and she gave it to me Nathaniel Bryant Age 25 Creator of Natropolitan Company Producer slash Director His parents died since he was 16 because of a car crash

"Because I’ve seen what happens when you don’t. When I was younger, I thought someone would always be there to help me. But people have their own lives, their own battles. You can’t wait for someone to come and save you." His gaze was steady. "That’s why you’re so determined." "Yes." I turned back to him. "I won’t ever let myself be weak again." Nathaniel looked like he wanted to say something else, but before he could, a scout ran toward us. His breathing was heavy, his face tense. "Alpha Nathaniel," he said quickly. "We found something near the western border." Nathaniel immediately stood, his posture shifting into full alertness. "What is it?"

Nathaniel’s Obsession Nathaniel was fucking angry. He hated that he knew nothing about where his sister was or what she fucking went through in their hands. He hated that they had scored one over him by taking his sister. His head was not coping well. He didn’t like this one bit, but there was no much he could do about it.