Novel & Cerita Marc X Nathaniel

Walking around in almost nothing, happy to do whatever was in their power to please the men… Not for her… Absolutely not for her… AJ, Tristan, Jarred and Max all showed up. They sat outside and the women all knew to be there ready for whatever way this was going to play out. “I still can’t believe it…” Jarred shook his head. Marla was serving the men drinks. Lillianna quickly poured AJ a scotch and handed it to him. “Yeah…” Tristan nodded his head. “Is he dead?” Max now. “He wishes he was.” AJ replied shrugging his shoulders. “Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a cop? I fucking liked him man…” Jarred said. It felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her spine. Paul? N

Nathaniel had to do a cartwheel, which he failed at spectacularly, landing on the floor with a thud. “Graceful,” I teased as he got up, rubbing his back. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he shot back with a grin. The energy spiked as Alex’s turn came. Martha dared him to do an impression of Nathaniel. “Easy,” Alex said, slicking back his hair and deepening his voice. “‘I’m Nathaniel. Look at me, I’m so charming and mysterious. Women adore me.’” Nathaniel rolled his eyes. “Spot on.”

Not by playing Nathan's game, but by changing the rules entirely. I should have known the victory wouldn't stay quiet. * A few nights later, Nathan was "working late." Again. His version of working late lately involved a private club and a bottle of Macallan 25. I knew because Mark, one of his sycophantic college friends who'd never liked me, texted me a blurry photo. The caption read: *Missing you at the table, Claire! *

And when he catches that person, he would make sure they know what it cost thise who cross the line with him. *** Marcus sat at his desk in the sleek penthouse office, his phone already in his hand before the call with Damien had even ended. He knew exactly who he needed. Nathaniel "Nat" One of Damien's most brilliant hires. A kid he'd picked up years ago...talented, reckless, brilliant with code and systems and anything digital. Damien had a way of finding people like that. Seeing potential where others saw problems. Training them, molding them, giving them purpose.

"She is ours." "I'm afraid not," Trevor responded. "What do you mean?" Narnia inquired. 'Yeah! What do you mean?' I pondered, furrowing my brow. "She's my mate. She's been marked." My eyes widened, stunned at his revelation. 'What the...' I instantaneously had a flashback of my time with him in his suite. I did feel a sharp sting when he kissed me on the neck. 'That's what he meant by 'We're not done yet.' Having sex with me was never his intention. Marking me must have been part of the agreement,' I reasoned quickly.

If that isn't unfortunate. Nathaniel eats slower than the rest of us. He always does. He’s quiet as he seems to be chewing his food thoughtfully, until he suddenly stops. His jaw stiffens and his back straightens before he glares down at his plate. “Marcos,” he says, his voice low yet sharp. “Spit it out. Now.” I blink. “What?” “Spit it out,” he repeats, already pushing his plate away as his gaze snaps towards me. His tone cuts through the room like a blade. “Right now.”

Mara’s pov “I am here to talk to you about something,” Nathaniel said I wonder what he wants to talk about “Ok, you can enter.” “Thank you” As he entered, I closed the door. “What would you like, water, wine, what would you like?” “I’m ok but thanks for asking” he said “Just sit so we can talk, I don’t plan to stay here for too long.” “Ok,” I have my seat. “So I came here this night because of Colton”

Go away. Maverick was feeling very depressed. Why couldn't he reign in his emotions just now? Why was Nathaniel back? Were the guards outside all deaf or blind? "Nathaniel seemed to know what Maverick was thinking as he said lightly, ""I bought this cemetery. It is my territory. Do you really think your men can seize control of my place so easily? If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to know what their purpose was, do you think I will let your men roam free for so long? Maverick, you are the head of a killer organization after all. Are you really so stupid?"""

Orion was sceptical as he eyed the letter before nodding and making his way out. I have sooner come to the realisation that Marct is either suicidal or he's the most dangerous, bravest person known to mankind. Or, and he's very resourceful, it seems. "How did someone your age achieve so much?" Messiah asked Marct. "Again, if I tell you," Marct looked up briefly to wink at Messiah. "I'd have to kill you." "It involves a lot of threatening," King Nathaniel said with a smirk. "Shut up, your Highness," Marct said, glaring at King Nathaniel.

Ariel gave him a sharp glare. He raised his hands. “I’m just saying. You are her daughter.” Nathaniel sighed. “Okay, okay. Who is this guy?” “All I know is his name is Marcus,” Ariel said with a grin. “And he’s everyone’s crush in college. But look at me,I've got the Hawthorne features. I'm cute, tall, pretty, hot. I am everything. And on top of that” she leaned forward, smirking, “I’m extremely bad and extremely naughty.”