Puisi Dear Nathan Novels & Stories

“I’m the one who was born to worship you; I only breathe because you do; I exist because you do” Nathan’s dick fell to the ground; blood was gushing from the place his dick once stayed; all the dinner I had taken reappeared in my throat. I held it back; Nathan’s eyes were rolling backward now; he was going through intense pain. I could feel it, every single thing.

The box was no larger than a shoebox. Wrapped neatly with black ribbon. A handwritten card rested on top. It read: For Sophia Devereaux. Sophia slowly stepped forward. Daniel grabbed her arm. “It could be a bomb.” She looked at the familiar handwriting. “No…” “I know this writing.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “It’s Nathan’s.” Silence fell across the room. Nathan Hale had been dead for decades. Sophia carefully picked up the card. On the back… Three words were written in faded ink.

"A gentleman has his code of conduct. I have been an honest man and am not afraid of being judged. On the other hand, there are some people who pretend to be sanctimonious while having no trouble committing adultery themselves. I'm sure you have plenty of men like this around, right?" "You!" Edric was furious. Nathan was well-known for his eloquence and had never lost a debate. Edric was not a match for him. Eden had no idea what was going on. He saw a beautiful butterfly flying over the grass and went ashore to chase after it. Edric had been focusing on Nathan and Irene and didn't pay attention to Eden at all. Irene was relieved to see Eden went ashore to chase the butterfly.

My fingers clenched tighter, completely numb to the pain. "Just two lines, and they didn't even flow." He snickered. "Makes you wonder about his education. Can't even string a few sentences together? And yet you keep it in your drawer like it's some sacred treasure. Do you just refuse to throw away anything he writes?" he grumbled. There was a brief silence on the other side of the wall. Then, Nathan's whining voice returned. "I don't care. You have to make it up to me tonight. My gift took way more effort than his."

" I couldn't be bothered to deal with him anymore, so I turned and left. He was left to stew in his anger all by himself. … At night, just as I was getting ready to go to bed after washing up, I saw someone familiar on my bed. "Nathan, why are you here?" Nathan narrowed his eyes. "I'm here to seduce you and win your favor." I had already predicted that they wouldn't just stay put and wait until they officially gained their titles. However, my hips were still sore. I looked around the room. Nathan wrapped his tail around my waist slowly and said, "It's pointless to look for them. They lost to me. I'm the only one here today."

Leaves that blush at the sight of the autumn. Dreams that show the ways out of the maze. And finally the two hearts dancing in a tune that makes a perfect rhythm. The love of Nathan and Kyara was remembered like a song of true love for many more future generations and we all do it too. The End.

"What?? You can't... You gave me your word." Nathan's smile grew even wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes, I did give you my word," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I have a perfect answer for your question, remember?" Mr. Daniel's face contorted in confusion, his eyes narrowing as he struggled to understand Nathan's words. Nathan's smirk grew even wider as he delivered the final blow. "You have your Phrase and Clause starting with the word 'Death'."

“Do you still like roses?” “I do,” Emma admitted. “They remind me of that feeling—of finding something beautiful and wanting to protect it.” Nathan’s gaze softened, and he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You’re full of surprises, Emma Stone,” he murmured. Her heart swelled at his words, and she felt a surge of courage. “What about you?” she asked. “What’s something I don’t know about you?” Nathan hesitated for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “When I was younger,” he said slowly, “I used to write poetry. Terrible poetry, but it was my way of trying to make sense of the world.”

Nathan only chuckled in response, but then his expression shifted, becoming suddenly serious. "Now," he said softly, "I'm going to sing the last track from the Love album. It's also a song I co-wrote with the composer." His fans erupted into cheers, thrilled by the idea of their idol dabbling in songwriting. Nathan's smile deepened as he saw their enthusiasm. "This song is also a message I want to send to a girl," he continued, voice warm and sincere. "She's gentle, sweet, and comforting. Every time I'm with her, it feels like everything in the world slows down, becomes peaceful and light."

That's it,’ she babbled, falling against him, seeking the comfort of his warmth and solidity. And yet, she still felt terror. She could feel the ripple of blood inside her, see its redness in her mind’s-eye, while everything around them looked so white and unmarked. The rug they crouched on was white. Her clothes were white. Even golden-skinned Nathan, though darker, was immaculate in his naked peerless beauty. ‘But it doesn’t matter, my sweet.’ His voice was soft as his hand slid up her thigh and cradled her silk-covered crotch. ‘I’m a painter. I’m always daubed with colour... My hands get covered with it. So does most of the rest of me, given the way I work.’ She couldn’t see him grinning