Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

Especially. "Hey, Olive," Nathan greets her warmly. He's trying to make his smile as charming as possible. Moreover, even though Olive admits visually that Nathan is attractive. Truly. Nathaniel Sinclair is not playing around. His tall, sturdy frame, dressed in light gray shirt and smooth trousers, further accentuates the fact that the owner of this body takes great care of his fitness. Not to mention his face with a determined look in his eyes, a prominent nose, tempting lips, but... still, in Olive's eyes, the most handsome man in the world is only Thomas Adam.

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?”

"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."

He is well built and looks like he gyms a lot. “Nathanial is our intel guy, he can hide anywhere without being seen or scented out. We have lost him for weeks on end and couldn’t find him. He knows how to camouflage and to hide his scent.” He is also very tall with shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes that look straight into your soul. He has tattoos on his left arm that disappear into his shirt. He is well-built and stands around 6’6.

Even though it was a fake wedding, she was anxious, her stomach hurt, and her feet were so sweaty that she felt like her feet were going to be sweaty soon. That man, her fiancé, known as Robert Nathan Scully or simply CEO Nathan, is weird. He is handsome. Very handsome. Even more than she would have liked. His body is well defined, nothing too big or too tight, just shapely enough for his muscles to show through his dress shirts and his thighs to show through his tight jeans. His Asian features are what makes him the most handsome, his family is Thai with American descent, so even though he is weak, he still has big eyes and a slightly too big nose. What is really beautiful are his full lips

David our Beta burst out laughing and everyone else seemed to appreciate the break in tension. Alicia, David’s mate was laughing so hard she was in tears. Scott wasn’t used to being called out so the rest of dinner he and Hannah spent exchanging playful jabs. It seems Scot has met his match because Hannah can certainly hold her own in the relentless teasing and banter department. We were finished with dinner and almost finished cleaning up when Bob got a phone call.

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.