Novel & Cerita Sinopsi Novel Dear Nathan

Now, as she gently excused herself and wished Grandma Hale goodnight, she carried that moment with her upstairs. The hallway was quiet. The house, despite being full of people, always seemed to fall into a hush after dinner, as if even the walls respected the unspoken rules of nighttime. When she pushed open the bedroom door, she found Nathan exactly as she expected, propped up against the headboard, laptop balanced on his thighs, glasses low on his nose, the glow of the screen reflecting against his face. He looked serious, distant, and focused. He didn’t even look up.

He had already forgotten the name of the niece and her boyfriend, and thus decided to omit the names rather than mentioning a random name and ended up getting it wrong. Reed chuckled. “Oh, dear. I suppose they are all quite busy with the drama Declan has brought to our table.” He placed one hand casually on Nathan’s shoulder. “Here. Let me tell you which one is which so you could at least know their name.” He turned to Nathan and smirked. “If you are lucky, I might even tell you their darkest secret.” Nathan's heart thumped in his chest. Who was Declan? He had no idea either. But that was not the important point. Was this anything like the drama of those filthy rich families he often watched

Agra cleared a small throne, making all the eyes turn looked at him. "I think it's time for me to tell all this with detail. When we are high school, the seed of love from childhood just comes. Sweet full of beautiful colors. However, not all the wonderful it ends well. When the disappointed gray attempted his definition, Nathan expressed his feelings but got a rough rejection from you." Agra threw a heavy breath. Then, continue the story."Nathan desperate to get you, he crashes into yourself to be able to die together. But, his efforts failed. Because, he himself survived. Without checking your condition at that time, he ran towards our school building and Bun-"

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.

"Be a good boy. Stop trying to pick the lock on the door, and I’ll give you a reward." Zack’s eyes narrowed, flickering with a mix of suspicion and heat. "What kind of reward?" Nathan let a slow, predatory grin spread across his face. He dipped his head, his lips brushing the shell of Zack’s ear. "The kind that makes you forget your own name, Zack." The air in the room shifted instantly. The scent of Zack’s skin changed—it went from the sterile smell of the infirmary to something thick, sweet, and primal. Nathan felt Caleb, the darker side of his soul, wake up with a snarl.

My eyes landed on my laptop, and a thought struck me—the files Alex had sent me. I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the trackpad. Part of me didn’t want to open them, didn’t want to give Alex the satisfaction of proving himself right. But curiosity won out. I clicked on the email, opened the file, and pressed play. The screen flickered to life, and my heart sank as I saw Nathan sitting across from a woman in a dimly lit room. The sound was slightly muffled, but his words were crystal clear. “Raina thinks I follow her around because I like her,” Nathan said, his tone cold and detached. “...but that's not the case. I’m here for revenge.”

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

It was complete. “So? Do we have a deal?” Noah asked. The desperation was back, naked and unmasked now, coloring every word. Nathan looked up from the envelope into the face of the boy who had made his life a living hell. In that moment, he knew with absolute certainty he would never see him again after today. He was going to run, and run far away. “Yes,” Nathan said, his voice surprisingly steady. “Deal. I’ll be here tonight.” The lie came smoothly, a final performance.

Nathan had found himself smiling when he found her staring at him, and doing the same when she had shown herself feigned indifferent: he had looked at her and studied her, unable to take his eyes off her and, when their eyes had met, a shiver had run through his body. He had rested his elbows on the ledge of the window, observing the city of Althea, where the salty smell impregnated the air. He was not used to such a smell, Sierra was far from the sea, and around his city there had always been only mountains and forests. The sound of a dull thud had awakened him from his thoughts, like something falling on the floor, coming from one of the rooms whose door was closed; no guard in front of it

This one seemed no different. His tired eyes scanned the words on the screen. It all seemed too perfect, too neatly tied together. Amelie's parents saving the senator, her parents' tragic death, and her subsequent marriage to him – it sounded like something out of a storybook, and Nathan couldn't help but wonder if it was too good to be true.