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I said as I walked out on him and I made my way out of their house. I went back to Nate's place and I hid the money in my suitcase, how did Nate end up with a father that is this terrible, he doesn't deserve Nate as his son. Nate is sweet, kind, nice, loving, decent and he is everything that Greg can never be, Greg is the direct opposite of Nate.

My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, before boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. Nate sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve read your books, Nate,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate as I stroked him through the fabric. “I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.”

I added. Cold seeped through every crack in the old lodge. I’d piled on every blanket I could find, worn three layers, and my teeth still chattered. Pride was a stupid reason to freeze to death. But I’d said I wouldn’t crawl. And I meant it. The bedroom door opened. Nate stood in the doorway, shirtless, backlit by his fire. Shadows carved across his chest, his stomach, the trail of dark hair disappearing into his sweatpants. I looked away too slowly. “You’re going to die out here,” he said. “I’m fine.” “You’re shivering so hard I can hear it through the wall.” “Then close your door.” He stared at me for a long moment. Then disappeared. Came back with an armful of bla

Anna wanted to hear the rest of Nate’s story if only to take her mind off the strange things that were happening to her. “The tomb itself is quite an extraordinary building with beautiful brick and a huge dome covered in blue tiles.” “Sounds nice, but I don’t quite understand…” “If you stop interrupting me, I’ll get to the good part, sheesh. Don’t be so impatient.” “Nate, I have other authors you know and we still have a great deal to discuss, so just get to the good part, as you said, already.” Nate let out a sign. “Bibi left me alone to get a smoke. While I was walking near the steps, I heard a woman’s voice calling me by my Hebrew name Netan'el, which no one but my parents and grandparent

"We just have to give them hell." Nate nodded. "I agree." He said, "We'll leave you to rest, mother. I'll come to check up on you later. Sid?" Sid nodded, understanding. "I'll be here. I'll watch over her." She replied. Nate glanced at me briefly, a message in his eyes. I headed for the door, following after him. He closed the door behind us. "Where did you find the book?" Nate asked as we walked away. "From the library. I found a bunch of them in a chest. All the books are on Obsidian Wolves." I replied. He hummed in response. "It's written in another language."

-If I were in your place I would do the same," I walked a little more, looking around me. There were two large glass windows, giving us a view of the forest. It was getting dark already. There was also a shelf full of books in the corner, I immediately approached them. Nate was following me, I don't know if he was watching me from head to toe, but all I know is that I felt very watched and very vulnerable with him. -Do you like to read a lot? -he asked. -I do, I just haven't had time lately. You know, college and work, can I? -Of course, take your pick. You can take one if you like. Which genre do you prefer? I bet romance," she smiled sideways. He had a nice smile. Nate wasn't ugly at all,

But the newest brother simply shrugged off Walters words. "Sorry about that guys..." Nate apologized. "But I've been preoccupied with a few dozen musky books, and decrepit scrolls. Me and Dad spent the last few days translating some of it for easy interpretation....And while I was down slaving away in in the vault for Dad....I was deprived of food and sunlight and...bug repellant. "The Shifter shivered as though the idea of bugs revolted him.

I don't usually listen to songs like these, I usually listen to sad songs; not because I'm sad, it's because I just like them for some reason, and sometimes I can relate to the lyrics. I relaxed while listening to the song on the bench and reading the now interesting book until I was rudely interrupted by Damien the brute slapping the book from my hands. I detached the left headphone from my ear and looked towards Damien's direction; his nose is a little swollen from before. He seemed angry; his eyes glared down at me, and I gladly returned it. I took the book from the floor and checked if there were any scratches, if so, this boy was going to pay.

But then, I already thought that Nathan is right, and that makes rule number thirty for my manual: There are no rules at all. ---THE END---

Chapter 22: In which she is about to get a memorable date night. "You know, this walk of shame usually comes after a night full of hot, passionate sex?" "Why are you so cranky this morning?" Nate peeped around the wall to look at the parking lot, trying to imitate James Bond, who used to be his favourite character back in high school, but I think he looks better than all the actors who played that role...who I seriously know nothing about. God I hate thrillers and action movies and right now, I hate Nathan Synclair!