Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

Scott replied. Little did they know, this scene was just seen by the approaching Nash. They looked like a newly dating couple. Nash's expression turned dark, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. "Nina is really excelling at her recruitment efforts, isn't she?" Nash muttered to himself sarcastically. "First, she's off consulting lawyer, and now she's here enjoying a date with Scott!" Nash then muttered these two names, Scott and Zac. "Scott, could it be the same person as the one Nina called Zac?" He was not sure, but the more he looked, the more it seemed likely.

"At least you're not Nathan, the Scarred Wolf." Nathan's name comes from the fact that he has a mating mark, the only Pack Alpha in Seoul with one. It used to make people think less of Nathan, a seventeen-year-old kid with an Omega's mating mark. But Nathan had since grown up and proved himself capable beyond a doubt. "It just shows how stupid these titles are," Victor says, finishing his bourbon. "No one looks down on Nathan anymore." Harry nods in agreement. "Not anymore." The two do end up talking shop, exchanging information, trading commodities, and the like.

What? He wants me to quit? "Senhor Na..." I started talking and he got up screaming to interrupt me. "FOR YOU MISS ROSHE, IT’S ONLY MR ALBUQUERQUE. HEARD? NATHAN IS ONLY FOR MY FRIENDS AND RELATIVES. ARE YOU SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME?" Nathan is very close, so close that I can feel his mint breath and his woody scent. He’s even scarier up close, his eyes seem to want to freeze me alive.

Later, as we settled into Owen’s car and made our way out of the airport, Nathan couldn’t help but grin as he leaned back, stretching his arms across the back seat where I was also sitting next to him. “You know, when I saw that huge crowd at the terminal, I thought there was a fire outbreak or maybe some pop star making a surprise appearance. Turns out it was just the Phantom Medic restoring life.” He said, shooting a wink at me. I rolled my eyes, laughing. “I see, you’re never going to let that nickname go, are you?” . Nathan laughed too before his expression softened. “So, how are Mum and Dad holding up?” He asked, shifting the conversation as he looked to me for answers.

Nathan Nathan stood stiffly in front of his father’s mahogany desk, the scent of aged leather and ink thick in the air. The Manhattan skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but his father’s gaze was far sharper than any city lights. "I’m hearing talk," his father said, voice low. "About you. About a witch." Nathan kept his expression neutral. "She’s a friend. And I’m taking witchcraft electives. My GPA is still perfect. I’m on track for business school."

Alexander started to turn toward Ophelia, intending to speak, but before he could say a word, the door swung open with a rush of air. Nathan strode in a bright presence against the subdued mood of the room. He wore a red basketball jersey clipped with a white stripe, gym shorts, and carried a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His tanned skin was still flush from exertion, beads of sweat glistening along his brow. He grinned, carefree, as if bringing sunlight inside with him. Marcus was the first to notice. "Nathan!" he exclaimed, a note of surprise coloring his tone. He stepped forward, grinning widely, clasping Nathan's shoulder in greeting.

“Yeah, I lied. Are you really that surprised?” Scott chuckles, his tone dry. “Put her in her bedroom, and come back down after,” Scott says and walks back over to the couch. Harken hangs his head with a heavy sigh and takes Noel upstairs, laying her down carefully in her bed. He takes his time removing her jacket and skirt, allowing her to breath a little before pulling the covers over her and closing the door, joining Scott back downstairs. “So, did you know?” Scott asks. “Know what?” “That Nathan James has been released, and is back living with his parents here in Bisbee? I’ve been told he has been spotted several times at the pub, and a couple of times near the high school. Why didn’t you

Scott shouted, "She makes me sick to my stomach!" Hot tears rolled down my eyes as Nathan helped me up however Scott was not done. He took the report from Nathan's hands. "You so badly wanted an autopsy! Now look! Here you go!" he groaned while slapping the paper on my face.

“I don’t believe in God’s gift but I do believe in the power of money. And you hand it to a young, ambitious doctor with an obsession for power, we get…what did you just say?” “God’s gift,” Gerald supplies. “Yes! God’s gift.” Hampton is sweating. “Find Hastings,” Nathan orders. “Or I’ll report you to the cops. Got it?” Hampton’s fingers clench into a fist but he nods. “Good,” Nathan says. “Now go away.” Feeling relieved, Hampton leaves the room. “Sir, what are you going to do now?” Gerald asks. “I’ll watch the show,” Nathan says cryptically. “You may leave.”

Scott had a bright future ahead of him, and he was very likely to surpass Earth rank to become a Telekinetic Grandmaster. Nathan didn’t expect such a genius to die so suddenly. One could only imagine how much hatred Nathan felt in his heart. At twelve midnight, the large antique clock in the house started ringing, but Nathan was not asleep yet. He couldn’t fall asleep! Nathan was waiting for his son, Gerald, to call him and tell him that Scott’s murderer had been killed. The phone finally rang. It wasn’t Gerald’s number. Instead, it belonged to one of the grandchildren Nathan didn’t usually pay much attention to.