Puisi Dear Nathan Novels & Stories

The realization struck so hard like a knife that she even forgot that she had ever actually dripped for the Thornes. Mathew stared at the wine in the glass. He swayed it gently, downed the last content, then got on his feet. “You are beautiful. Finer than the 80 percent of ladies that I have seen in the entire world. If you put your best into styling yourself like you did today, then maybe you might attract men, but for now, allow me to screw who can get wet. Adore is that lady, and you are not.” With that, he turned around and left, snaking a few people that he knew.

The world's bluebloods and reporters were all present. William had chosen the time of sunset for his little show. When the skies were burning crimson gold, and the observation tower lit up like a brazier that shone over the city, he put his arm around Bianca and walked onto the stage. The city of Pierton unfurled behind them. While the party was reaching its peak, someone asked, "Mr. Larson, you spent more than three billion and six years on this tower, and you said it was made for your wife's sake. Why are you naming it after another woman?"

I took a deep breath and told myself I couldn’t stay in here forever. Pushing the door open, a new wave of steam escaped ahead of me, into the dimly lit bedroom. The overhead light was off. Only a single brass lamp on the bedside table was lit. Nathan was at the window. He’d put on a pair of grey sweatpants but remained barefoot, bare-chested. His back was at me, shoulders were tense. his head bowed slightly as he looked out into the black night, one hand braced against the window frame. The pose spoke of a contained power, of waiting.

The clink of glasses, the low hum of conversation, the lingering scent of thyme and seared lamb, and then there they were, lit like a frame from one of Nathan’s short films. He was laughing at something Charlotte had said, his grin lopsided and boyish, while she, swirling the last of her red wine, leaned in close enough for it to look deliberate. My eyes flicked down to the dessert plate in my hands, warm from the oven and dusted with a whisper of powdered sugar. Almond tart with a dollop of lavender cream. A gentle final note. But I couldn’t take my eyes off them. As I approached their table, Nathan was chuckling. “Okay, let me guess,” he said, shaking his head, “you are either an ex-girlfr

Like an oasis to the desert You say you’ll always stay with me Be my roots and my wings So, I can fly and still have a home to return to I’m willing, truly willing To give all and protect you I just love you, loving you Never leaving, never forsaking, never minding No matter how much wind and rain I just love you, loving you Placing happiness in your hands Giving you every bit of shining joy… When the chorus ended, the guitar continued to play. Nathan’s eyes burned as he locked them on Laura. Ignoring the busy night market crowd, he confessed directly. “Miss Laura Shaw, this song carries my heart. I hope you’ll give me another chance, to keep loving you and give you all the happiness.” His s

giit ni Nathan, kunwari’y ipinagmamalaki ang sarili. Umiling si Thalia, ngunit hindi niya maitanggi na kahit papaano, gumaan na ang pakiramdam niya. Habang tinatahak nila ang daan palabas ng siyudad, unti-unting lumulubog ang araw sa abot-tanaw. Binuksan ni Nathan ang bintana ng kotse, hinayaang pumasok ang malamig na simoy ng hangin. "Ang ganda ng sunset ngayon, ‘no?"

She scanned each one, searching for anything—anyone—that felt off. And then she saw it. A half-empty whiskey glass resting on the edge of a table. The ice barely melted. Fresh. Next to it, a napkin, slightly crumpled, as if someone had just put it down. She hesitated only for a second before grabbing it. Three words were scrawled across the fabric in dark ink, the writing precise. “See you soon.” A chill ran down her spine. Her grip on the napkin tightened as she turned sharply, scanning the club again. The person who sent the text had already slipped away, but they had been close. Too close.

Serena’s POV “It’s positive.” The words left my mouth like a prayer and a curse at once. My hands trembled around the parchment from the healer, the faint rune still glowing gold against the thin paper. Nathan didn’t answer. He stood at the window, back to me, watching the rain fall over the Silvercrest grounds. His reflection in the glass looked carved from stone handsome, hard, distant. I waited for something. A smile. A spark. Anything. “Nathan,” I tried again, softer this time. “We’re having a pup.”

Nathan said with a frown, "please don't talk like that anymore. Do you think I'm a loan shark?" "Yeah, yeah. But don't pout too much, it'll make you more handsome," Nina teased. "What is this? A sullen person is so handsome, I'll bite you." Nathan teased while giving Nina a subtle bite on the ear. Suddenly, the girl let out a small scream.

' If he hadn't read this with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have been able to imagine that the aloof and finicky wife of his would be capable of writing something so cheesy. All the same, he was heartened by this. After he read the love letter, Nathan was on cloud nine. He thought things over before looking for a pen and paper to carefully craft out a reply. His handwriting was like lines of soldiers, all straight and orderly. Poise seeped through the paper, making his handwriting very recognizable. He carefully printed each character in his reply. 'I am a light that has come from the cosmos light years away. I departed far in the past, braving thousands of years of changes in seasons, cr