Nolan Chance Novels & Stories

She truly did already pack for me, my two suitcases and one duffle bag surmount the totality of my belongings worth packing. Nolan clears his throat as he exits the bathroom, wearing a deep blue wool flannel, dark washed bootcut jeans and deep brown hiking boots. “Your grandmother reminds me of my mother. Somehow these are the perfect size in everything…” And they truly were. The flannel hugged his muscles perfectly, the sleeves rolled up slightly to expose his deliciously large and tattooed forearms, his jeans fit snug in all the right places, but loose enough to move freely. He turns and I see his backside is perfectly rounded in those jeans… my wolf Carina growls in hunger, finally making

Nolan is quiet when I finish. The line is silent for a while, “No… you still there?” I ask, concerned about the silence. “Yeah. I’m still here. Your mate is human… are you sure?” He asks, rather hesitantly. “Yes. One hundred percent sure. Why?” “No reason. You said he’s famous. Who is he?” “Joshua Logan. Quarterback for the Packers.” I say and I pull the phone away from my ear, knowing what’s coming.

The blood on the ground hadn’t even dried. I took the steps of the tower slowly, savoring each one, until I stood on the peak and looked toward the horizon. From here, I could see the smoke still curling over Elidor. My decoys were doing their job—Luca would be tied up there, scrambling to protect his precious villagers. And here I stood, inside his home. This wasn’t just strategy. This was legacy. Nathaniel joined me moments later, wiping a cut on his cheek with the back of his hand.

Nolan announced as he came back with five brown boxes. One was for Luna Martha and her husband, another one was for Alice and Zach, and one for my mother and father. There was one for Brandon and another one for Gwen and Zach. My nerves were slightly on edge as he handed out a box to each pair, telling them not to open it until we told them to.

We both laugh. We then watch the stars, and after a few moments, Nolan slips his arm over my shoulders. “I´ll allow you free pass this time. But next time I´m cutting your arm off.” “That´s a risk I´ll have to take then.” I glance at him for a moment. He´s relentless. We stay like this until it´s time so say goodnight. >Citadel. Courtyard. Day< The next day, we attend Tank´s funeral rites. The oracles set fire to his body on an altar. Nolan stands next to me as we watch the fire. I reach out to hold Nolan´s hand and he takes it.

That she only became friends with me so she could get close to Lilly, and through that, Noah. Nolan glances down, his hands fiddling with a spoon. His voice comes softer and steadier than a boy his age should be able to manage. “Sometimes I miss her. But it’s getting easier now. And I know she’s happy in heaven.” The lump in my throat nearly chokes me. I reach out, brushing my hand over his arm. “I think you’re right. She’d be so proud of you both and I know for sure that she loves you both very much.”

"Lies. You want to become Lady Patrick, okay, I agree. But, hell is still waiting for you, Miss Almira." After saying that, Nolan let go of Almira's neck. He put his shirt back and angrily stepped outside. The sound of the door closing hard made Almira startle. She hung her head on the bed, crying every hour. Under the living room, the prestigious guests were drinking together, congratulating the gem president Nolan Patrick for marriage. Nolan remained calm, smiling with them. Tonight, he wants to get drunk, trying to forget Elizabeth's silhouette. Suddenly, a solid arm slammed Nolan on the shoulder. He nonchalantly turned around, discovering that the latter was Jonathan. Jonathan is the onl

“Nolan… Did you find anything tangible about him? I suspect that he has a hand in everything that is happening.” “Just like Leo, there is nothing much. I pay millions for informations but I get so little,” David sighs, running his hand through his hair, “Nolan parents are both dead. He was adopted by Chien Hung, the underground Lord after he had proved himself to be worthy of being his son. Years later, he is still living peacefully with them. Although some of the father’s workers harbors the thoughts that he practices black magic or he is sorcerer. They say he loses control from time to time, talks in his sleep, is hostile to everyone around him And he has never missed his targets no matter

It was Nolan, the youngest and best-looking among her staff. The kid had been working by her side for several months now, still carrying that cool, aloof air. A sharp, inverted-triangle face with an aggressive kind of beauty, like a boy who’d stepped straight out of a comic. Nolan was holding a five-tier lunch box and looking down at her. His thick lashes veiled his eyes completely, making his emotions unreadable. Angela locked her phone and asked, “What is it?” Nolan replied flatly, without much emotion, “My parents just got back from overseas.”

Nolan tried reasoning with her, but she suddenly pulled the trigger and pointed the gun at Noelle. “Your daughter or me??* " Alright, Alright. I'll do it... “ Nolan accepted without a second thought. He loved his daughter a lot and would do anything for her. He could go as far as dying for Noelle and Layla. However, he knew he was going to hate himself after it and would never be able to look at Layla or even touch her. He needed to save Noelle. " Good now we're talking.. “ Carla smiled excitedly as Nolan slowly approached them. She was beyond happy that her plan finally worked.