Puisi Dear Nathan Novels & Stories

“Come here, you, Punk!” Nathan laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Why get irritated? It's easy and fun. The demand is to get Tania pregnant, and as a man, you know how to do it, right? Isn't it fun?" I responded with a light punch to his shoulder, "Fun your ass, pervert!" Nathan, with a playful wink, retorted, "Hahaha, why only me a pervert? Come on, think logically. The demand is to get Tania pregnant, and as a man, you know how to do it, right? Isn't it fun?"

“An alliance of blood and desire. Before we go to war, you need to know this. No matter what happens, I will always come back to you. This is my home. In you.” His words pierced deeper than any touch. My chest swelled with emotion. “And I’ll wait for you,” I whispered. “Or I’ll go to hell with you.” Nathan smiled, that crooked, infuriating smile I had fallen for long ago, even if I hadn’t admitted it at the time. “We don’t need to go to hell, baby,” he said softly. “I think we’re bringing it here.”

Dev demands, voice low and alpha-serious. “She’s my mate,” Nathan says, pointing at me like I just keyed his truck. “Even after the rejection, I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop dreaming about her. Then I woke up this morning and her scent brought me to her. She’s my fucking mate. Again.” Wait. Again? That’s... kind of flattering. I mean, what kind of dreams is he having? Because mine have been hot as hell. If he’s having anything close to what I’ve been dreaming... damn.

He smiled and fondled one of them, groaning and moaning. He licked and bit her nipples so hard that his actions earned him a very tasteful mourn. Unknown to them, their doom was already at the door. ……………………. Nathan pushed open the door to his private apartment that only Davie had access to. He kicked open the door with his left leg and pushed it closer with his waist. In the two hands, Nathan was a bag of blooming red cherry and on the other hand, the latest vintage Louis Vuitton ocean blue mermaid tail dress. He smiled as he dropped the bag at the doorstep and locked the door.

Nathan’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words barely audible through his choked sobs. The dam of emotion that had been holding back for so long burst forth, and he collapsed onto his knees, covering his face with trembling hands. His cries, deep and anguished, filled the room and echoed off the walls, a raw testament to the years of pain and torment he had endured in silence. Each gasp was jagged, each sob a note of grief mixed with the fragile hope that justice was finally within reach.

The house was quiet. Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, looking down at his hands. “I kept thinking, once we got through the worst of it... I’d feel free.” Ethan sat beside him. “But sometimes survival feels like another cage.” Nathan laughed softly, bitterly. “Exactly.” Ethan reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He handed it to Nathan. Nathan unfolded it. “Dear Love,” “I know you’re tired. I know you’ve been brave for so long that you forgot how to stop. But you don’t have to keep proving you deserve peace. You already earned it. You’re allowed to rest, to tremble, to ask for more.”

She said, “Dear, are you sure you don’t want me?” Nathan squinted his eyes. “Say that again,” he said. Crystal: “Are you sure you don’t want me?” Nathan: “What was the first word you said?” Crystal repeated the first word she’d said, “Dear?” - and Nathan’s heart melted. He touched her lips with his free hand, and they opened. He inserted two fingers into her mouth, and although it made her blush, she sucked on them lustily. His fingers were clean and slender, and they tasted sweet. He smiled wickedly. “Are you seducing me?” he asked.

Barely turning my back, Kaden rushed to my side, grabbing my hand in a tight grip. " Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your betrothed, Little One?" he said in a deep, gruff voice, almost unrecognizable. Deon and the other men went silent, turning their focus away from the food and toward us. I looked up, meeting his piercing dark red eyes. They looked possessed, almost demonic.

she asks. Nathan switches to a woman’s high-pitched voice – or is it swardspeak? “Bee-yotch, you just keep catching me on my bad hair days is all. I’m telling you, ghorl, the sunlight does nothing to my porcelain-smooth skin. I’m more at home in the night. When the moon is shining down on my delicate beauty from above, I… am… reborn!” Kate giggles again. “Yeah, that one was terrible,” she says honestly.

"Fine. I promise I won’t judge." Five minutes later, I glanced over—and immediately burst into laughter. Nathan’s masterpiece was… something. "You said no judging," he reminded me, eyes narrowing. I covered my mouth, shaking my head. "Nathan, I—what is that?" "It’s a cat," he said, as if that much was obvious. I squinted. "That is not a cat. That is—some kind of demon hybrid that should never see the light of day." He sighed dramatically. "I was going for abstract."