Novel & Cerita Puisi Dear Nathan

The shareholders? Elena turned silent. She began to contemplate the possibility of Hunter’s suggestion. If Nathan continued his way of doing things, this would be a good plan. They began quietly planning this, marking the start of this conspiracy. … The first thing Nathan did after work was to return to Thriving Dragon Bay. He heard the melodious sound of the piano the moment he stepped inside. The notes were pretty and crisp, soothing to the soul. It was the fourth movement of Clair de Lune.

She wants peace. She takes out her book, a poetry collection of Tennyson. Halsey opens it and starts to read the poem, “Lady of the Shallot” when she feels something slam on the chair next to her. To her shock, Nathan is putting his bag on it. “W-What are you doing?” She squeaks. “Sitting here,” he mutters lazily and sits down. The other students are staring at Nathan in shock as well. One of Lydia’s friends, Daisy, takes a picture and sends it to Lydia in secret.

Nathan buzzed with energy, pulling Katherine from one display to the next, his voice brimming with pride and excitement as he pointed out his work and that of his classmates. "This one's mine," Nathan said, motioning toward a large, abstract painting with bold strokes of crimson and gold. "I call it 'Chaos and Clarity'. You like it?" Katherine studied the painting for a moment, her lips curving into a smile. "I love it," she said sincerely. "It's... raw. It feels like something you'd create." "Raw is right," Nathan replied with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "The professor thought I was having some sort of existential crisis, but honestly, I just really liked the color red."

Joseph, too, noticed the situation, and his icy gaze swept over Nathan, resembling a chilling blade. Nathan trembled, causing the smile on his face to instantly vanish. He forcefully snatched the high heels from the woman's hand and shouted coldly, "Are you deaf?! Can't you understand what I just said?!" The woman froze, tears streaming down her cheeks, but her stubbornness remained. "Nate, how could you say such things to me... I'm your favorite little sweetheart." "Get lost, get lost! Don't bother me." Little sweetheart? He referred to any attractive girl as his little sweetheart.

place. "Ahem…*caught*", please excuse me. I got a little something in my throat...haha…( please forgive this Author... Author Elaami is being Naughty! Let's ride on, please! Cho Ja Nathaniel was a perfect artwork by God's own hand, probably on "His off day!", with a face that a crying baby could use as a sleeping drug instead of a lullaby. He was feared by all and carried this breeze of terror everywhere. "Ok! Let's go!"

Dara exclaims. “Especially if your bestie is a muse. It’s in my nature to help people bring their dreams to life,” Nathan adds with a cheeky grin. Dara and Nathan are the romantic sentimentalists of the group. And I love them for it. Hmm… a wish. One look at the flickering candles and my jaguar has already made her wish: she wants her mate. Please, she begs me. I can’t think of anything better, so with an internal eye-roll at her, I go with it….

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Came Mendy’s voice as she closed the door and walked over to Lunaria to hand her the envelope. Lunaria's heart skipped a beat as she took the envelope, her fingers tracing the seal. She recognized the symbol – Nathan's family crest. A gentle smile spread across her face as she opened the envelope and withdrew the letter inside. The poem, written in Nathan's own hand, spoke of his love for Lunaria, of the journey they had shared, and of the promises he made to her. It spoke of the moon goddess's blessing, of the love that had grown between them, and of the future they would build together.

“You tremble as if you’re afraid of me… but your body calls to me louder than your voice ever could.” Her eyes burned with tears. “I hate you,” she whispered, though the words came out weak, cracked, laced with something dangerous. Nathan’s lips curved into a dark smile. “Good. Hate me, Leah. Hate me while you beg for more.” He tugged at the bodice of her gown, loosening the silk and lace until it slipped from her shoulders. Candlelight painted her skin in gold and shadow, and Nathan stilled, his gaze roaming over her with reverence disguised as possession. For a moment, the cruelty faded, replaced by a hunger that looked almost human.

It was obvious he sounded puzzled. “Yes, I’ll be a successful entrepreneur in the future. Elena, you must feel regretful.” Aaron looked extremely arrogant, with his arms resting on either side of his waist. “I’m here, aren’t I? Why would I feel regretful?” “I’m very clear where you and your corporation stand. You’re staying in the same neighborhood as I do, and you’re stalking my life. Once you learned that I’m joining this dinner, you exhausted all your resources in order to get an invitation here.”