The One And Only Novel Nathan の小説・ストーリー

It felt grounding to do something so ordinary. Nathan walked in just as I lit the candles on the table. His eyes landed on me and softened. “God, you look like a painting,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Careful, I’m holding a knife,” I teased. “Romantic and dangerous. Just my type.” We ate slowly, music humming in the background. He told me about Elizabeth Monroe’s latest pitch, about how he was torn between ambition and loyalty to his vision. And then I told him about Carter.

I mean with Ancient English and all, it all just seems boring. But reading “the great gatsby” is more interesting than I thought. I was deeply engrossed in the book when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I flinched and sprang my head up to meet the angry gaze of Na..Nathan? “Nathan? What are you doing here?” I was quite bewildered because Nathan is the last person to be seen in a library. Like most typical boys, He hates novels. “I knew I would find you here.” That makes more sense, he came for me.

Nathan stood, giving the room one last sweeping glance before he walked out, pulling me along with him. We left the room, the silence behind us deafening, but inside, my mind was spinning. How had Nathan just pulled that off? He hadn’t even looked at the file and hadn’t heard the full details. And yet, he’d turned the entire situation to his advantage with a few words, a calm smile, and the simple act of tapping my leg under the table.

I muttered and hung up. Rachel stirred beside me, her voice drowsy. “Who was that?” I smoothed her hair back. “Nothing, my love. Just business as usual.” She smiled faintly, drifting back to sleep, and I sat there staring at her—at the babies—vowing I wouldn’t let Nathan’s schemes touch them again. --- Nathan’s POV My office felt like a graveyard. Silence pressed down on me until I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled as I poured another glass of whiskey, the words spilling from my lips like a mantra I couldn’t stop.

' Dido. ********** Homemade gourmet looked so easy in Nathan's hands. She sat by the kitchen island, reading one of their new books while cooked. "Wow, I'm liking this one, it's gonna be hard to put down," a wide smile spread across her face. She was four chapters in, the story was already clutching her. "Oh I know the kind ... I wanna read that one too, no spoilers please," he was seasoning his food, flipping his tools like a pro.

Nathan's POV GUILTY!!! That's how I feel right now. "I feel as guilty as hell" I mean, What the hell did I just do?? How could take a lady innocence on our first day together? That’s so bad! I waited for her to fall asleep, then I’m open my drawer and brought out a pack of my favorite Treasurer cigarette. I got my lighter from the dresser before walking out through the door that leads to my balcony. I have a good view of the city from my balcony and I always love the sight. I stood there and enjoyed the beautiful view while I took out a stick of cigarette and lit it. I’m not a big fan of smoking, but right now, I think I really need it to calm my nerves because I’m slowly going insane. I nev

Disappointment spread like a wildfire. Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition. He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box. "A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep red wine from the 1940s. Nathan accepted it graciously but declined any further help, preferring to handle the details himself.

" 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."

I watched him make us a couple sandwiches and we both sat on my settee and enjoyed our late-night snack. It was good and I devoured my sandwich quickly but needed something to wash it down. “I'm going to go grab a beverage from the sitting area,” Nathan said suddenly. Watching him I inhaled deeply feeling my need to mate increase. “Should I make the first move,” I asked Nova. She hesitated before she growled, “Certainly.” Heading to my bathroom I stripped and put on my robe smiling excitedly at my reflection in the mirror “I'm the only female in existence to spend two times with Nathan,” I mused.

He was becoming a personal one. The aftermath of the Volkov encounter lingered like a persistent shadow, refusing to dissipate with the evening Manhattan light. I found myself in Nathan's private study, a sanctuary of meticulously curated power – rare first-edition books, strategic maps disguised as art, and technology so advanced it bordered on science fiction.