Shane And Natalie Novels & Stories

Damien coldly commented as he teared his gaze from Nathalia and looked back at the file on his desk. “That is not important at this moment. I have something greater to do than maintain some manners." Nathalia retorted as she closed the door behind her after walking into the office. "How are you doing, brother Shane?” Nathalia glanced at Shane. "I'm good and you too, Nathy?” Shane nodded his head with a smile on his face. He was already in a closer relationship to call Nathalia by her nickname. And since Nathalia herself was the one who asked him to address her by her nickname.

Aurora came over the first night and questioned me like she's Judge fucking Judy, asking me multiple times about what happened with Cleo and getting frustrated with my reluctance to discuss it. She doesn't understand though, how could she? There's no doubt that her and Shane love one another completely and Shane's a great guy, he's got his shit together now. They've got plans to go off to uni together, then they'll get married, probably move back here somewhere and pop out a couple kids. Even when they fight, they know they love each other and so everything will be ok.

"Unique. Even if you were supposed to be a one-night stand, I really like you. And I seldom like the girl that I pick up after a game. You're different, Natalie." "You only just met me." I'm brushing my hair, cursing the brown strands caught in the bristles. "I bet you know nothing about me." Noah studies me with a slight curve to his lip. When he talks, his voice is husky and deep. "Natalie Gracen. Perfect grades, smart, reserved, and she seldom smiles. Everyone thinks she has a stick up her ass. But it turns out she is great fun in bed." I gasp at him. "I do not have a stick up my ass!"

By the time dessert arrived, Shaun was scrolling through the pictures, choosing one to post. Nathan watched him over the rim of his glass. “So,” he said casually, “who was that blonde guy?” Shaun didn’t look up. “Oh. Eli? He’s a transfer student. And my friend.” “Friend,” Nathan repeated, humming softly. Shaun was too focused on selecting a filter to notice the way Nathan’s gaze lingered on him sharp, unreadable, possessive in a way Nathan himself didn’t fully understand yet. After dessert, Nathan drove Shaun back to campus. The ride was quieter this time, the city lights blurring past them.