Puisi Dear Nathan Novels & Stories

Caitlyn this morning, trying to make some sense of it. Trinity looked up at her, then back at the book, then back at her again, and then she gasped loudly. Her eyes were huge with excitement and delight. And maybe mockery she couldn’t be so sure. “Am I seeing things or does the genre say Romance?” Kehlani ran her hand through her face, exhaling loudly. Her gaze met with Trinity’s expectant gaze as she took her hand off her face. “Yes it does. That’s my poison” .........

He asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge. Draven remained silent, his gaze fixed on the path ahead, the forest floor lit dimly by the moonlight. He was acutely aware of Nathan's amusement, the subtle mocking undertone in his voice. He knew the man was enjoying his discomfort, the turmoil that swirled within him. "Word on the wind," Nathan continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "is that the mighty Alpha Draven has fallen from grace. A mere woman has managed to throw the great warrior off balance. It seems even the strongest of wolves are susceptible to weakness."

How far could they let this dangerous desire carry them before everything shattered? Nathan closed the door and exhaled a long breath. He dressed quickly, his hands slightly unsteady as he pulled on a crisp polo shirt. The fabric felt restrictive against his still-heated skin. All morning, his thoughts had revolved around Ara—the few precious minutes they had stolen together had only deepened his craving. Every sweet, hesitant response from her had ignited something fiercer in him.

I giggled. Nathan spread my legs and ran his tongue up my slit until he landed on my clit. I gasped in pleasure. “Fuck baby,” Nathan murmured. “You are so fucking sweet.” I grabbed Nathan’s hair and moaned. “Overwhelming sweet notes, with a hint of floral,” Nathan said. “Fucking best flavors ever.” Nathan started lapping at my pussy relentlessly and let out a throaty growl. It drove me insane when he did that. “Nathan,” I moaned.

My hand stayed on Nathan, my grip firmer, a reminder that he was mine. Whatever was going on here, whatever she might have planned toward Nathan, I wouldn’t let it hold. Not under my goddamn roof. Nicholai didn’t care if anyone was at the table staring. He leaned in, saying something that made Kaima laugh nervously but it was genuine. The both of them looked like they were in their own little world. None of us mattered. “Oh, come on, you have to be kidding,” he teased. “Don’t tell me no man has ever told you how breathtaking you are. I can make a poem out of it and sing it to you everyday to remind you.”

“I missed you too.” “Hey, I’m really sorry that I left every heavy load on your shoulders. I’m sorry for not being strong enough to come back to you.” Nathan shook his head in disagreement. “No, you’re the strongest woman I knew.” “You know what? The Kingdom of Kauis is a very beautiful place. I hope one day, all of you will be able to see its beauty. Stop crying now, will you?” Nathan’s eyes widened, and he chuckled, then wiped his tears with his palm and nodded his head like a kid. “I can’t seem to hide things from you.”

He asked, smiling that oh-so-handsome smile that transformed his face to devastatingly beautiful. “But we aren’t supposed to tell others about our wishes!” I whined. “If we do that then the wishes won’t come true.” Nathan’s smile only widened. “But mine already did.” With that, he brought my left hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my wedding ring. ///////////////// If there is some God out there that’ll really listen to my wish, then I just want to say: I want to have a future with Savannah. * * * * I don’t know which God this fountain belongs to, but if anyone is listening, please make whatever Nathan wished for, come true. I want nothing for myself but for this. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ -----

The cruel part about the situation rested in the fact that those words now felt strange and unfamiliar instead of comforting. “Nathan,” Debbie said slowly while forcing herself to remain calm even though her heart was pounding so loudly that she could hear it in her ears. “I am not the same woman who once fell completely in love with you, so please stand up and stop doing this because you are embarrassing yourself.” Nathan remained exactly where he was. The firmness in his posture made it obvious that he had no intention of getting up until he finished saying everything he needed her to hear. “Then let me be the one who chases you this time,” Nathan replied while holding her gaze with unwave

Stripped it away as if it had been doused in acid. 'We play the pipe, and the mortals dance...even God despairs.' "Be silent," Nathaniel hissed through gritted teeth, two of his nails snapping as they unconsciously clawed the wood. A splinter pierced his fingers, and crimson blood bubbled to the surface. When it fell, the mist swirled, clamouring for the bitter taste. "A heart once made of pure stone, now sees that life is Hell alone...but still the eyes refuse to see, the pain and woe coming to thee...'

"How is she?" "Good," Nathan says. "She updated the Singapore thesis. Q2 late. June-July window." "I know," Damien says. "She sent me the revised analysis." A pause. "Nathan." "Mm." "How are you?" Nathan looks at the Seattle view. The cloud doing its evening thing. The light going out of the day in the specific way it does in February. "Different," he says. "Different how?" "I won the Taipei deal today and I went home and made dinner and sat at my window for an hour," he says. "And the win felt like — a piece of something. Not the ceiling."