Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

NATHAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT The hum of the ceiling fan circled through the room like the ticking of a quiet clock. Nathan sat cross-legged on the floor, files and devices sprawled out in front of him—an open laptop, two phones, a small stack of printed documents. A single dim lamp cast a golden glow over the table beside him. He stared ahead in silence for a long moment, jaw clenched, then reached forward and pulled a manila envelope closer. FLASHBACK: INT. DR. HAKEEM’S OFFICE – MONTHS AGO

She was … breakable. How could he have mated to a woman who could be taken away from him so easily? “I need to go for a run,” Scott said. He pushed past his men and charged downstairs heading toward the door. “What do you want us to do when she wakes up?” Nathan asked. He stopped as he opened the door. Staring up the stairs, he saw the concern on both of their faces.

"What’s the problem here? Scottie is beautiful, we can use her wealth and connections, and you already know you’re sexually compatible. What more is there?" "Having those things didn’t work out for you, did it?" I couldn't help but retort, a bitter edge creeping into my tone. Nathan brushed off my comment with a wave of his hand. "This isn’t about what did or didn’t work for me. Tell me this isn’t about your architect." My silence spoke volumes, confirming his suspicions. Nathan groaned in frustration, his tone sharpening. "She has a pretty face—and apparently a golden pussy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be hesitating like this."

Mrs Beth chimed and Austin’s forehead creased. Who was that? His brows raised. “Who are the Scotts?” he asked, his tone curious “Nathan Scott. Heir and CEO of Scotts jewelry,” she muttered and Austin's brows came back to normal—He knew them. “So what do they want?” he questioned, his tone curious. The Scott group was the second production company after his grandfather's—except for one bigger jewelry company that stood out, having no one that could beat them in many years. So what do they want? A business deal?

It was also the number my lawyer still used to contact me from the States, so it worked out. “Hello?” I asked, wondering who would have been calling. “Is this Nathaniel?” I heard an older man ask. “Yes, this is he? May I ask who this is?” “Nathaniel, this is Tim. I know I sound old, but, well, I am old. I’m 78 years old.” “Tim? Why on earth are you calling me?” “I’m calling because, well, I’m dying, Nathaniel. I can feel it. I can feel my body shutting down.”

It was not Scott’s place to go up against her. Hah. Nathan sneered and said coolly to Scott, “Just do whatever you deem fit. You don’t need to hesitate in such a situation from now on.” Scott looked at him in slight astonishment. What was wrong with Nathan? It felt a little tense in the office. Scott signaled the subsidiary CEO and Finn to leave first. He stayed behind and looked at Nathan as he said in a low voice, “Is there really nothing you can do to salvage this?” Elena Langley was Nathan's older sister!

It took a while to piece at least some of it together allowing him to work out that the King was either looking for something or someone important that had been taken. After getting all he can without actually showing himself and asking questions, Jonah returns to Romeo with his report. ----------- As Nathaniel makes his way through the Forbidden Mountains he is slowly joined by Savannah, Julian, Skylar, Victoria, Griffin, Ryker, Isabella, Scarlett, Phoenix, Sebastian, Teresa, Josephine, Zachary, Noah, Serenity, Carter, Claire, Kathleen, Prime, Violet, Chase, Chrysta, Zane, Maya and Opal… His closet friends, his family.

I hear Nathan mutter under his breath. This should be interesting.

Kim hums at the end, trying to convince him. "It's a little intimidating," he confesses and I frown at him, silently pleading him to continue. "To tell a stranger all your secrets, the story of your life for as long as you've lived. Seems a little intimidating to me," Nathan's voice turns to a whisper at the end and he looks at me for some sort of confirmation or for comfort, I didn't know which one I could give him.

M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.