Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

The company’s lawyer since a young age, he knew the inner workings better than most. “I need information,” Nathan said, closing the door behind him. “And I need someone who isn’t afraid to tell the truth.” Thiago raised an eyebrow. “About whom?” Nathan hesitated for a second. “Hanna Roshe.” The name made Thiago lean back slightly in his chair. “I thought so.” “I want everything. Personal life. Character. History.” Nathan crossed his arms. “My father demanded that she remain as my secretary. And you know what that means to me.”

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.

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.

“It's true.” “Okay…?” She didn't take her eyes off him as she waited for him to make his point. “My uncle was Mr. Smith's friend,” Gab continued, shifting his gaze from her. “He was on the yacht that night.” She raised a brow. “What's his name?” If he was at her birthday party that night, she must have known him. “Nathaniel Scott.” He turned to stare at her, and that's when she noticed the hurt in his eyes.

His angular features were darkened by doubt and fury, and he appeared worn out. We need to talk,” he said in a low, restrained voice, and Anita straightened her back to hide her vulnerability. “Then talk.” Nathan closed the door and approached her slowly, his eyes unreadable, saying, “I know who the traitor is.” Her heart raced. “Who?” “Gregor.” The world seemed to tilt under her feet. “No,” she muttered, her eyes clouded by disbelief. “That’s impossible.” Nathan's jaw tightened. “He’s been leaking information to Harry for weeks—our financial records, business strategies... everything Harry needed to sabotage us.”

I pulled it out. Notifications. Blowing. Up. #MysteryGirlIn708 #NathanBlakeScandal BREAKING: Billionaire Nathan Caught in Hotel Fling? My hands shook. “SO FAST?!!“

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.

Natalia: The soft hum of morning light crept through the curtains, gentle and golden. The first thing I felt wasn’t the light though, it was warmth. The slow, steady rise of a chest beneath my cheek, the quiet rhythm of breathing that wasn’t mine. The heartbeat that was thumping behind me, and the naked body against my own. Nolan’s arm was around me, strong and protective, his palm resting over my ribs as if anchoring me there. His scent, a mix of cedar, smoke, and something uniquely him, filled the air.

I march over to him, ignoring the amused looks of his friends and Sally, Gail and Bethany, who haven't left his side since he sat with them at lunch on Monday. "What Nathaniel? What now? You want to make a joke about STD's or Max, maybe even Jake and Max together? It's getting old and fast." I snap at him but he just grins down at me with that irritating smug smile of his. "Hey relax, I was just going to say, see you tonight, I'll be around at eight. Make sure you're dressed and ready, you know how I don't like to be kept waiting." Nathan Graham's voice carries across the carpark, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear and I can almost see the thoughts his words are generating.

Nathan murmured, drinking from his own bottle. I scoffed, playing along, “I don’t think I’ll be taken seriously if I ask anyone for a break. You’re Nathan Andres, you don’t even have to ask.” He turned to face me and I realized that it was the first time we had interacted since before landing in New York. Nathan smiled, all his teeth showing, and then chuckled, “Soon, you’ll be a part of this club as well.” “And which club is that?” I asked. He shrugged, “You know, the theater actors turned superstars.”