Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

"Sir, I'll kneel down and beg if you want. Please! I beg you! Please stop humiliating the Damien Family!" Nathan was wearing cartoon pajamas while sitting on his sofa like a middle aged man. He spread his hands and feet wide comfortably as he drank healthy ginseng soup, two orange cats in his arms. After taking a sip of the soup, he put down the bowl and murmured, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Nathan stood across from him. Nathan...That's right..Nathan was the shy quiet guy that I used to know. Until he started drinking and partying. I started to open the door when I noticed the veins that glowed bright orange. They covered every inch of him and he fell to his knees, screaming in agony as he burned from the inside out. Bile rose in my throat and I turned away, covering my mouth. I didn't want to see anymore. I closed my eyes, hoping it would just disappear.

I was brought out of my trance when I heard a cough behind me. I turned around and saw Nathan. He was dressed in loose blue faded jeans and a gray T-shirt. He looked so good almost made me want to pounce on him. But I didn’t because I am a good and shy girl. His muscles were visible through his T-shirt and I knew he had washboard abs for sure. “I am going to miss this place” I said while wrapping my arms around me. It was freezing. “Don’t worry, you’ll love the new place. It is just slightly bigger.” He said with a smirk.

I complained, whispering. “Just wait for it... Wait for it... Here it goes!” We both looked through the small hole, peaking a view to Scott and Becca who’s now both sitting at the couch. Scott looked into his phone, before his face became unexplainable. He started to look sweaty, as if he was nervous. “What did you tell him?” “I told him to finally confess his feelings and I even call him a lover boy,” Nathan stated before chuckling. “Nathan!” I exclaimed.

“He’s affiliated with Gordon? What is the name of this scoundrel you’re talking about?” Nathan took a deep breath and the image of Zayn’s disgusting face came into his mind. He enunciated the words one by one, “The man is Zayn Larson! He married into the Carters, and he’s a good-for-nothing scumbag!” Mr. Hyde chuckled. “Nathan, if a good-for-nothing like him is capable of forcing you into a state like this, you’re probably not very good yourself.”

Biting my bottom lip, I dialed the woman’s number, returning her call “Inna…” “Where the fuck are you? I’ve been…” “She was with me, mom” Nathan said, walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair dripped on his shoulders, and I could see water droplets sliding down his chest “we couldn’t call because we were a bit too busy”

She sighed and then laid on the bed as a lone tear left her eyes. The tune of music continued to play making her curious of what was happening outside..... _______________ Nathan cheered as he drowned himself in alcohol. Tonight was the night of the celebration. He has perished his biggest enemy Aaron Maslow to nothingness. He was beyond happy. The dancers with a flimsy brazier and a thong continued to dance in the backyard with his men. He was himself enjoying. A hazel hair coloured girl caught his eye that was similar to Doctor Sophia and he called her to him by signalling.

I said to her, urging her to go back to the kitchen. I walked to the electronic door and pushed it open. Nathan stood elegantly at the door with his intriguing photogenic features. He has one hand dipped in his pocket and the other hand holding his phone. He looked as beautiful as I had known him, with a well-chiselled jawline and beautiful luminous blue eyes. His jet-black hair was styled with hair wax, making him look younger than his actual age. He is 188cm in height, taller than most guys, with a slightly muscle-built athletic body frame. His broad shoulder looks comforting, and his bulging biceps are visible through the sleeve of his suit jacket

Nathan. The name alone made something twist in my chest. A coil of warmth, curiosity, guilt, nostalgia. He hadn’t messaged in days and I’d told myself I hadn’t noticed. A lie. Nathan: Hey, just got back from Oaxaca. Thought of you when I tried that hibiscus and guava mole. Sending the article before it goes live.

Hiss! Nathan woke up after being called by his men. His wounds had been cleaned and dressed by his subordinates. “Get lost! You guys are useless!” Nathan kicked away the subordinates who were beside him. He was furious when he thought about what had just happened. “He can fight, right? I want to see how well he can fight!” Nathan’s expression was ferocious. He took out his phone and made a phone call. “Bring thirty men over and wait for me at the basement parking lot of Ember Hotel!”