Uncharted Nathan Drake Fortune Novels & Stories

that his man was the main one preventing him from reaching his granddaughter and using her for what she was created for. His freedom and the end of all the filthy non-magic bastards roaming freely in their once paradise. "The children are here with us and provided us with a plan so we know everything will work out. Between their powers and ours, we will finally end this and the worlds will continue on in peace." A woman of color stepped into view next to the tall man almost so close it seemed overly intimate. Had he taught his daughter nothing? The colored are not to be trusted! A mere tool means of achieving the ultimate goal. "I know but what if Frank hasn't actually chosen to come with u

He has all the gangs and cartels under his belt, all except for the Schwartz brothers, and they too would come around because if they don’t, the other gangs would turn against them and it wouldn’t be nice at all. That is the only reason why Nathan has not declared them rogue, he still believes that they may still come around and accept them, he doesn’t want to make a proclamation that would cause war on the streets because many innocent lives would be lost if that happens. He is just playing smart, giving Robert Schwartz enough time to think carefully and come back to his senses. Nathan is about to finish his training with the elders of the Trent household, but I’ve not been able to get a qu

Nathan rasped, the word vibrating in the small room. Drake stood up, smoothing his borrowed jacket. "I’d stay and chat, but I think I’ve done enough for the Cocolink tonight. Next time you want to lose your husband, Nathan, maybe don't do it near a deep end. He's not exactly a fish." Drake winked at me—a quick, sharp gesture that felt like a secret—and sauntered out. The click of the door behind him was the loudest thing in the world.

“That’s what you should keep telling yourself. You think providing a servant’s service makes it okay for you to enjoy my wealth? You don’t love me and you married me for money. We both know that, and I’m putting an end to this farce!” Why was he talking like this, out here like this for everyone to listen? I stood there with pain in my throat, literally, and I couldn’t move. Will walked around to stand in front of me, and then he said. “You better sign those damn papers so that I can get the one million dollars he promised. You know that’s a good amount, right? And it’s going to help our family a whole lot. Stop holding out in hopes of getting more money.” Our family? What was he talking abo

"I came to you, and you came to me. You clearly didn’t think about what you were saying when you were in my arms and on my fucking bed!" Landon shook his head, wishing he could vanish from the scene, but he felt frozen in place by the shock of it all. "You say you love Nathan?" Drake scoffed again. "That’s a load of crap, Trish! You’re lying! I know you’re just after his money because he’s the son of Lawrence Monroe, the second richest man in the country! But have you forgotten he kicked him out? Nathan has nothing now!"

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

His voice cut through the warmth like a shard of ice. “It amazes me,” he began, tone flat, stoic. “Nelly likes guys around her age. I thought you were all into older men. What happened to birds of a feather?” He took a slow sip of his water, his eyes finding mine over the rim. “All the same, it’s good she didn’t let Raquel influence her. It’s nice to see not all women are attracted to just money.”

"Tell me." "After Rachel left, Nathan had a breakdown and disappeared for six months. He told everyone he was traveling to find himself but that's not what happened." "What happened?" "Nathan went to Vegas. Gambled away two million dollars. Money he'd embezzled from his previous company, the one he ran with his business partner before Rachel left. When the company collapsed, everyone blamed market forces but it wasn't. It was Nathan stealing money to fund his gambling addiction." "That's a lie. Nathan doesn't gamble”

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

She handed it to Dorian, who took it reluctantly, flipping it open with narrowed eyes. There, staring back at him, was the Kevin Trent he recognized. A full color photo, complete with a neatly printed résumé. It stated he grew up in Syracuse, attended Syracuse University, and came from a working-class family that owned a repair shop. According to the file, he was now a successful entrepreneur with a net worth of over twelve million dollars. Never married. No kids. Clean record. Too clean. Dorian flipped through the pages again, frowning internally. Something still didn't sit right with him.