Urban Dictionary: Ntr Novels & Stories

It has a map of the town but there are colored pointers on it which are moving. “Are those…people?” Nathan frowns. “Yes, these are the residents of the town,” Trent explains. “This is the upper side with all the mansions and these are the residential areas. Here’s the city square and here…” He points at a road which leads towards the upper state near the sea but there’s nothing but a blank spot at the end of the road.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

The letters were jagged, violent, rushed, and yet deliberate, every word screaming at me. "You better do what I want or next time it won't be your apartment or your car. It will be you. And maybe that little baby too. N T" My soul instantly left my body. My stomach twisted so hard I pressed my palm against it, not for me, but for the tiny life inside me. My throat closed up and I heard myself whisper the words in my head over and over again. N T. Nate. That was his initial. It was Nate.

He says giving me a sad smile. "I'm sorry Dylan. I was so consumed with what was happening to me I didn't realise what was happening to the people around me." I say feeling guilty that I had neglected him. "Its okay because when I met Nathan I understood exactly how you must have felt." He says dreamily. "Um... Nathan?" "NW stands for Nathan Wesley." "Ooohhh.. It still doesn't explain why you're leading me to my death."

“No, baby. There is school the day after tomorrow. But you can ask him if he is free on Saturday, and I’ll take you then.” “Okay. Thank you, mom.” I hear Nerthus cover her in smooches as she giggles. “You are very welcome.” I sigh quietly as I’m leaning against the door in the hallway, listening to the interaction between my wife and my daughter. Scratching the “NR” tattoo on my chest, hidden below my shirt instinctively, a smile grows on my lips. I can hear the distant shooting noises that must come from Nathan’s game as he usually gets online to play with Danny and close my eyes, thinking about how I deserved my life to turn this happily.

I joked. “Ok, I get it. Keep it on the down low,” Dante whispered. “I can still hear you, Twerkley,” Nathan stated. “Geesh, possessive and ears like a bunny rabbit,” Twerkley said. “A bunny?” I laughed. “Well, he sure seems to f-,” Dante started saying. “Do not finish that sentence if you plan on eating here tonight,” Nathan interrupted him. “Did Trudy make it?” Dante asked. “Yes,” I replied.