Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

They really did have each other’s backs. Nathaniel was always walking around shirtless and she could not help, but drool at his body. Not to mention when he would walk out of the shower, butt naked, with a very stiff erection. As if he was giving her a show, sometimes she could not help but stare wanting him to come and touch her. She would not voice it though. She was still mad at him for putting her out of work.

The driver of the black Chevrolet-tinted car honked his horn and rolled down the window and I smiled when I saw Nathan- I was getting cozy with the stranger, at the same time the back of the black Rangrover sport slid open and Scott climbed down. He stopped in his tracks, his blue captivating eyes running through my body before stopping on my face, those sharp jaws highlighted by the afternoon bright sun. There was without much ado, a note of disapproval in his assessment. "Where the fuck are you going in that?" his heavy voice barreled, sending fear spiraling through my body. I looked to Nathan who has alighted by now for help. "Hey, Big guy. Chill, she's going to the camp with me." he prov

Of course. William learned more about Nathan in the past couple of months from Grace, than he ever wanted to know about any human being with whom he wasn’t directly concerned. Nathan, an accomplished actor and movie director, who at twenty-nine had already made two festival darlings and was being hailed as the next great auteur of American independent cinema. Nathan, the assistant director of Tethered Hearts. Nathan, who had a great vision for this film. Nathan this, Nathan that. And yeah, Nathan who wouldn’t stop texting Grace even after work hours.

Joshua affirmed, winking at Nathan, who only grinned as he continuously swirled his glass of wine around in his hand. “Whoa…” Michael and the last guy, Scott, uttered, deliberately pulling the sound long, making it feel uncomfortable. They couldn't help but think in their minds, since when a fuckboy like Nathan becomes serious with a lady. “Come on, man, tell us something about her already” Scott beamed, with his brows put up and Micheal just nodded directly as they both peered into his face in anticipation of answers. The corners of Nathan's mouth were curled into a smile all this while, and his eyes twinkled with impish charm as the light reflected in them.

Nathan cannot understand Gordon action. “Because Gordon is Gordon… you know what I mean right? She is breaking his wall down but she still have a long way to go” Scott replies to Nathan with a smirk

Clara's POV Mediterranean waves lapped against the hull of Nathan's private yacht as I studied market projections on my tablet, each chart confirming the global ripples from our victory over Dr. Harrison. The afternoon sun painted the deck in brilliant gold, but my attention was fixed on the patterns emerging in Asian market responses to the Chen Foundation's latest moves. "You're supposed to be relaxing," Nathan's voice carried that dangerous warmth as he emerged from the cabin, his powerful frame even more imposing in casual resort wear. For a man who practically lived in bespoke suits, he wore luxury leisure with the same lethal grace that had built his empire.

He has all the gangs and cartels under his belt, all except for the Schwartz brothers, and they too would come around because if they don’t, the other gangs would turn against them and it wouldn’t be nice at all. That is the only reason why Nathan has not declared them rogue, he still believes that they may still come around and accept them, he doesn’t want to make a proclamation that would cause war on the streets because many innocent lives would be lost if that happens. He is just playing smart, giving Robert Schwartz enough time to think carefully and come back to his senses. Nathan is about to finish his training with the elders of the Trent household, but I’ve not been able to get a qu

I finished with a laugh. "Oh stop it grumpy, if only you do everything I teach you, then love would be begging at your feet." She bragged. "Speaking of love, your Prince charming is here." Chloe said while pointing someone from my back with her lips. When I looked back I saw our friend, Nathan, heading our way. Nathan Hemmington is the son of two famous doctors all over the state. They own a lot of respected hospitals in the world. His parents were Cardiologist and Orthopedics, both highest-paying doctors according to Forbes Magazine.

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

For six years, I had dreamed of this nightmare, the moment my team found out their top-line center, their leader, was an Omega who had lied on his league medical forms. The silence stretched. At the end of the room sat Nathan . He was thirty-six years old, a veteran defenseman with a face covered in tissue. He had a reputation for being the traditional, hard-nosed Alpha in the entire organization. Nathan slowly stood up from his stall. His massive frame looked even larger under the grey team track jacket. He did not look at my face; his eyes were fixed on the silver 'C' stitched onto the breast of my jersey. He took three steps forward. He stopped two feet away from me.