Captain Nathaniel Flint Romane & Geschichten

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

I kept apologizing, my heart hammering against my ribs as I shrank back against my desk. From across the room, Nathan’s loud, mocking laugh cut through my frantic apologies. He walk over, a smug, entertained grin plastered on his face as he looked at the massive brown stain on the captain's chest. "Don't waste your breath begging, Niel," Nathan called out, winking at his buddies who were watching from the doorway. "He's the troublemaker captain. He does that all the time. Honestly, Michael, it's the first day of school and you're already terrorizing the helpless over a little coffee?"

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

Asher broke into a full run, and before I could even blink, the three of them locked hands in front of their chests like they were bracing for impact. “Brace!” Noah yelled dramatically. Asher collided into them anyway, and the four of them staggered backward in a chaotic tangle of limbs and laughter. “You idiot!” Rowan wheezed. “You missed me,” Asher shot back. Ellis stepped back first, looking him over. “Why are you smiling like you won the lottery?” Asher didn’t hesitate. “I finished fighting the biggest battle of my life,” he said simply. “Now I get to just be your captain.”

“They’re asking why a Wilson heir has yet to be claimed by her mate. Tradition doesn’t favor hesitation. A delay this long looks like rejection.” Navy gasped, her voice breaking. “Florian… are you saying your wolf rejects me?” The room held its breath. I tilted my head, studying her fragile frame. “No,” I said quietly. The tension eased, if only slightly. Navy’s shoulders dropped, but the fear in her eyes lingered. Natille finally turned her head, her violet gaze flickering toward her sister. No words, just that unreadable look that somehow said more than all of us combined.

A burly man, dressed in uniform, crisp and immaculate, bore the insignia of his rank and the medals of his many accomplishments. “Is everything alright, Lady Delilah?” he asked, his eyes glancing between the two men. Delilah smiled slightly, patting the man’s cheek. “Everything is fine, Captain Nathaniel. Just reminding everyone to be respectful and grateful for allowing us to use your ship.” “Anything for you, Lady Delilah,” he said, placing a kiss on her hand before moving to direct his crew. Delilah turned her sights back to Micah and Cris. “Let me make something clear: my daughter isn’t a prize to be won, especially by the likes of you two. This bravado won’t impress her, and it especial

Nathaniel said emphasizing on the no killing part. “Ah so you want me to do investigating work. Brother, you know how many people would pay for my precious time?” Derek said shaking his head. “Oh you will get your reward,” Nathaniel said. Derek only shook his head. Nathaniel was family and so this was a duty to family.

she replied. Nathaniel nodded once. “Proceed as planned.” Relief crossed the coordinator’s face before she could conceal it. “Understood.” Nathaniel stepped back, signaling the end of the exchange. As he turned to leave, he paused. “You are from Florentis Quarter,” he said. “Yes.” “It is not a place that seeks visibility.” “No,” Lillian agreed. “It survives by knowing when to step back.” “And when not to,” Nathaniel added. “Yes.” That earned a longer look. Not appraisal. Recognition.

Nathan has taken the first flight home and has called his friend to pick him up from the airport, he has also informed his twin sister Natalie not to worry about flying to the Copperbelt to bail him out coz everything has been taken care of. Nathaniel is spoiled and arrogant so he knows that no matter the kind of relationship he has with his father Mr Williams, he can never let his son spend the whole night in jail for the sake of his reputation he has to protect as a former Minister of Mines.