The One And Only Novel Nathan Novels & Stories

Nathan stated as he looked at the final reports for his new hotel opening. “Oh come on boss! This is not just like any other day! NewYork most Mafia Lord is getting married! And you know after getting married you will be stuck with one woman only and can’t have taste of the beauty of world? Are you ready for this sacrifice?” Ben teased him. “Who is going to stop me from having taste of other beauties? Did anything ever before stopped me?” Nathan asked arrogantly and snickered as if ben had just cracked a very lame joke.

Zack whispered. The Havenfall Gala was a blur of clinking crystal and filtered light. Zack spent most of the night nursing a glass of bourbon he didn't want, watching Nathan work the room. Nathan was a god here. He dominated every conversation without raising his voice, his mere presence demanding a silence that felt like worship. Zack felt like a fraud. He watched the way other men—and women—watched Nathan. They looked at him with a mix of terror and hunger. When they looked at Zack, they just looked through him.

He just walked past her and entered the room, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he said, "When we're home, don't bring up the divorce with Grandma. It'll only aggravate her illness." Suzanne couldn't help tightening her hold on the phone. She held it so tightly that she trembled. She simply couldn't hold her emotions back and said, "I'm sorry, but I noticed a photo of a little girl in one of your books. There was something written on the back. It said, 'My one true love, Sally Hoffis.'" Nathan paused, his hands still in the midst of undoing his buttons. His entire body turned rigid as he froze in place.

“It's her brother!” Amanda was perplexed. “Her brother? How do you know?” Amanda had no clue how her mother knew so much about Elissa or the Waverlys. Kimberly never told Amanda about the dark past or her deeds. “See? He is Jonathan Williams, a reputed designer in B city. Now it all makes sense” Kimberly let out a wicked laugh. Amanda joined too and the two started to dig out information about Jonathan. After she had collected enough information, Kimberly proceeded with her next plan. “The more you rise, the harder it is when you fall.”

She didn't fathom why she was so insisting in this matter. "It's cause the guy is so cute and then he gave you a chance to know him. Just try your shot first before you start acting this way. Am certain you will love it in the end", Ashley was determined to make her call the stranger. She wanted her to finally get the boyfriend. Even though she was the first to approach him. She thought that it wasn't bad the girl making the first move since things have changed. But Sky didn't have that mentality, she was behaving like ancient people who always thought that the man was the one who was supposed to make the first move.

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.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

My nails click-click on the desk in the otherwise silent room, the staccato sound the only noise. Alex is leaning against the window, hands in his pockets, watching me with a smile. "You look like a woman basking in the demise of her arch-nemesis." I smile. "Maybe I am." He pushes off the window, walking toward me. “Don’t celebrate too soon. Nathan isn’t the type to go down quietly.” I know that. Nathan thrives in chaos. If he senses his empire crumbling, he won’t retreat. He’ll burn everything down with him.

“He doesn’t open up to people. You’re lucky that he even smiles at you." “What else? Don't worry I'm not going to hurt him." “I know.” Her voice softened. “Nathan loves hot food. He hates sleeping with the lights off. He always keeps a blade under his pillow, even here because enemies are always lurking. He likes reading those detective comics, though he’ll never admit it. He sings when he thinks no one is listening.” Donald smiled faintly. “Sing? That doesn't sounds like him.” he was trying to imagine Nathan singing, and the scene was funny to him.

“Well, maybe he was my third crush, I can't recall at the moment." “Wasn't Nathan your first crush?” I teased. “Well, a girl can forget, Tilda.” “I can't wait to know where this is actually going." “I mean before I dated him, I liked him for a very, very, long time before I mustered the courage to tell him I liked him.” “By a ‘very, very long time’ you mean two weeks, right?" “That is beside the point, what I'm trying to tell you is that feelings should never be buried, when you bury them, they don't die or cease to exist, they remain there, just buried in our hearts.”