Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

That's my girl. “ Okay, explain.” I tell them snapping my fingers at Creed as he watched Charlotte eat her food “ oh right” he said shaking his head “ We found traces of his scent in the west end of the territory.” Ryan says I raise an eyebrow as Charlotte hands her coffee to Creed for him to hold. He takes it without hesitation. “ on our territory??” She says through a mouth full of food. Reaching her hand back out for her coffee. Again he hands it to her without blinking.

"He’s coming back to the table today. We aren't folding." "Be careful," Marcus warned, his hand hovering over his holster. "He’s not himself, Odette. Pushing him right now... it's like poking a wounded bear." "He's my son. He can roar all he wants, but he'll listen." The air in Nathan’s suite was a toxic soup of stale whiskey, unwashed laundry, and the heavy, cloying scent of rot. It had been weeks since he’d seen a razor or a shower. Nathan was facedown on the sofa, grimy gold skin stretched tight over ribs that were starting to show. An empty bottle of bourbon dangled from his fingers, threatening to shatter on the hardwood.

"What do you mean?" "The guy is a walk-over, Teo. I'm just playing him," I said smoothly, taking another sip of my drink. "He's the department's top student, right? I needed my macroeconomics grades up so coach wouldn't bench me before the NHL scouts show up. So I made a move." "A move?" Teo repeated, leaning closer to hear me over the bass. "Like what?" "Let's just say I found out a little secret about our golden boy," I chuckled, tapping the edge of my cup. "Nathan is gay. Fully in the closet and completely terrified of anyone finding out."

Before Grandma could finish, the door burst open as Nathan stumbled inside, the smell of alcohol following him. “My sweet Scarlett, you've finally made your way back to us,” he drawled out, spreading his arms to embrace Scarlett. “I was so worried about you.” I caught Nathan by his shoulder and shoved him back. “Stay where you are. Scarlett doesn't like the smell of alcohol. And I doubt hugging someone with multiple fractures is a brilliant idea.” “You're such a killjoy, brother-in-law,” he muttered. Grandma Hartley stared at Nathan in awe as though an escaped circus performer had lost his way. “Who is this man?”

’ He replied. Bruce seemed disappointed, like he didn’t believe that Hannah would keep the information to her-self. When Scott asked me what our little private meeting was all about Hannah didn’t miss a beat, “oh, I just had a vision that Bruce beat you senseless for being nosey and I asked him to take it easy on you. You cant help that you’re a prying twat.”, she snapped at him dead pan. David our Beta burst out laughing and everyone else seemed to appreciate the break in tension.

Cian is so sure Stace is the purest of evil that regardless of what I say, nothing Stace tells me will be true. “What do you mean, I caught your entire apartment on fire!” I exclaim angrily, frustrated that he isn’t believing me after what I just did. Right now I’m confused, wanting answers I don’t have, and instead I’m here, arguing with “What’s going on?” Cian and I both turn around at the same time to see Noah approaching. With evening setting in, the sunset hues of tangerine and violet reflect of his dark clothing and dark hair, the shadows framing the contours of his face which are twisted into a frown. I probably look crazy, with slightly singed cuffs of my sleeves, the rest of my clot

' I asked The three dots were popping showing he was typing when Nathan came all dressed up. 'Talk to you later' I texted him As I kept my phone in my purse Nathan was dressed in black pants, with a high turtle neck blacktop, and a gold Rolex wristwatch, he got his hair gelled back and completed his hair with a black boot. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes" I said as I checked him out He smiled at me as he took his car keys "is that a compliment I hear" he asked

They step into view, and I nearly forget how to breathe. Nathan is the first person I really see. He’s tall, lean but solid, with blond hair swept back, dressed in a sharp, dark suit that hugs every edge of his frame. There are tattoos creeping along his neck and down his hands, elegant and unapologetic. When his eyes meet mine, he gives me a slow, easy smile. “Hello, baby girl,” he says, and the voice is low and rich with an Irish lilt. It hits me in the stomach, unexpected and dangerous. I’ve never heard an Irish accent in person before, not like that.

The bystanders were all speechless. A lump formed in Ramona’s throat. Hold on, what did Nathan mean? What kind of person did he mean to say she was? Still looking innocent, as if he did not know that he was sharing juicy gossip, Nathan said, “Didn’t you have a ‘childhood friend’ yourself, Mrs. Scott? You didn’t cut ties with him even after you married into the Scott family. You exchange presents with him every few days, too.

m. Slipping out of bed, I padded quietly down the stairs in just my sleep shorts and a loose shirt. No bra. The air was cooler down here, heavy with lake breeze and leftover wine. The kitchen light was on. Nathan stood there in a black T-shirt and drawstring pants, barefoot, glass of scotch in hand. He didn’t flinch when I walked in. “You always up this late?” I asked, voice quiet. He didn’t look at me right away. Just set the glass on the counter. “Old habit. My body doesn’t let me rest unless I’ve earned it.”