Young Nathaniel Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I was starting to get a headache again and could feel Colton’s eyes constantly on me and I was this close to punching the creepy bastard in the face. “How much did the old man tell you?” Nathaniel asked, and I was confused for a moment as to who he was talking about. Of course Harry. “I don’t think he likes being called an old man,” I said, and he scoffed. “He was an old man when I was young. Even then I knew he was the one who watched things in the town, and I’ve seen the ink. I know which side he is on,” I sighed and rubbed my temple, and Nathaniel leaned forward, a look of concern on his face.

Nathan watched them from some time before reminding them, “Please don’t stay up so late and pay attention to health.” “Got it.” The two said almost at the same time. Nathan walked back to his room and after he closing the door and placing his cup of tea on the table, he opened his laptop to update his story in one of the online platforms where he recently signed. Like he said to the two girls, he had to write. The cursed book began to transmit another ghost story in his head the moment he touched it. A few minutes later, he pulled away his hand, his face pale and his body badly sweating.

He looked at me deeply, a hint of approval shining in his eyes. "The tallest nail gets hammered down. Keeping your head down to protect yourself at such a young age is an excellent instinct. I'm the one who overlooked you all these years." Dad didn't press me further on why an eight-year-old child possessed such foresight. He no longer needed to, for he had already rationalized a perfect explanation for himself. I, Nathaniel Wentworth, was simply a natural-born businessman. Sharp, brilliant, patient, and ruthless—those were the exact traits required of a proper heir.

Nathaniel looked like the sort to hurt your feelings without even trying. I stared at him now. Soft auburn hair fell in short ringlets over full eye brows. He had the sort of sharp, bony features that screamed aristocratic. Well proportioned waist to torso ratio. Nathaniel’s was the kind of handsome that belonged in the lyrics of a Taylor Swift song. He was nursing a whisky glass, swirling the liquid, as he continued to access my frame in that slightly bored, slightly detached manner.

"It's clearly his mistake. Only a true gentleman could open a woman's heart." Nathaniel sounded wiser beyond his age. Yuna laughed when she heard that. "Nathaniel Feron, who taught you that?" "I saw it on the internet." "You shouldn't read things like that." "Okay." "Alright, be a good boy and go to sleep." Nathaniel had no choice but to close his eyes and sleep. But in his head, he started plotting something again. He wanted to make that man suffer a bit. Yuna left the room and was about to go to her own room. The moment she turned around, she saw Yvan silently standing there, much to her surprise.

Nathaniel snapped. Then he remembered something. He stood up, drinking another glass, and said, “I have to go.” “Where are you going?” Dennis asked. “Nathan, don’t do anything you’ll regret!” Dennis chased after him. “Let me drive you! You’re not thinking straight!” In the next three hours, Dennis and Nathaniel made a long drive to Norfield City. This was the same town where Nathaniel and his mother went into hiding, changed their last names, and restarted their life. It was where Nathaniel’s uncle used to live.

Nathaniel just couldn't believe it. Throughout his life, he had learned that wonders did not exist. He was first ignored, then hated, abandoned, and finally send to die in a war when he was barely twelve. Sure, there were some good memories, but wonders... they were things from myths. He didn't believe in them, much less expect them to happen to him, whose fate seemed to end with death on the battlefield.

How could a little rabbit like her not be afraid of being among a pack of tigers like Gilbert and his friends? Nathan took the girl to one of the rooms, which he was sure was empty, considering the men were all sleeping in the living room. Yes, he had counted the young men lying helpless, and the count was certain. After laying Haisley's body on the bed, Nathaniel returned to the door and locked it from the inside. Slowly, he removed his coat, placed it carelessly on the bed, and lay beside the tiny body still sleeping.

The mothers could not help admiring the two love birds they were trying to bring close to each other talk. They were gushing all over them. At this time, the people sitting at other tables also came to say hello to Nathaniel. Nathaniel is the only son of the Franchise family. He has been outstanding since he was a child. When he was studying, he skipped two grades in elementary school, one grade in junior high school, and one grade in high school. Therefore, he finished college four years earlier than other people.

"Meanwhile, Hadley didn't dare to struggle anymore." "He looked at Nathaniel and pleaded, ""Mr. Ye, if I confess, will you let me go?""" Let's see what you have to say. "Nathaniel didn't promise him anything. However, Hadley didn't dare to lie to him upon seeing his licentious attitude." "After all, he was one of Boston's men, and he had worked under Boston for many years. Clearly, he knew Nathaniel's character and his principle of handling things. " "The people in the business circles of Ocean City would refer to Nathaniel as an aloof man. However, Hadley also knew that Nathaniel was nicknamed the 'God of Death' before he retired from the military. "