Nathaniel Flint 소설 & 이야기

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

After Steven Breece left the department, a girl sitting at the desk next to Nathan said, “Hey, I’m Cindy Miles. You?” “Nathaniel Lee.” Upon hearing the man’s name, another coworker immediately turned toward him, “Is your name really Nathaniel Lee?” “Yes.” Cindy, who still looked surprised, also said, “Oh, your name is exactly the same as our war general. Oh, I mean our former war general.” Nathan, who was already used to that reaction, replied casually, “Our names are exactly the same, but … our fates are different.” “I mean … well, he became a war general who was idolized, while I’m just an ordinary employee,” Nathan added.

Nathaniel gave a soft, crooked smile, that same unreadable look in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. " Me again" Maya looked up at him,really looked at him this time. The calm in his eyes, the strength in his presence,it all felt too surreal. “Who... who are you?” she asked, voice shaky but curious. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow slightly, then gave a small, amused smirk. “Oh. My bad,” he said casually, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I’m Nathaniel. Nathaniel Hawthorne.”

'I think we can use this to ruin the reputation of Nathan and demand him to resign from his position' he suggested. And Flinn who received the picture looked equally excited to ruin Nathan. His ego was hurt when the person whom he was supporting lost and their opponent won. Now he got an opportunity to ruin Nathan. 'Done' he replied and started working on an article to ruin Nathan. 'Pedophile' He typed and attached the picture of Nathan and Cathy before he started typing vile things about Nathan.

"What's on your mind, Nathaniel?" Nathaniel's smile masked his turmoil. "Nothing," he muttered, shrugging. Before Kilo could press further, Tristian burst in, his face etched with worry. "Thank the goddess you're alright!" Tristian exclaimed. He enveloped Nathaniel in a tight hug. Nathaniel's eyes met Kilo's over Tristian's shoulder. Kilo's gaze held a mix of relief and concern. “I am a Hawthorne, and we aren’t easy to kill,” Nathaniel muttered cockily, a hint of pride in his voice.

“A—are you sure, sir?” “If I want an advantage over the Montgomerys, I’ll have to set aside my pride,” Nathaniel said calmly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to win Serena back. Do as I say.” “Yes, sir,” Gavin replied. “Right away.” At exactly two in the afternoon, the draft arrived on his desk. Nathaniel approved it immediately and left for the airport. By five, he was standing inside a private suite at Stonewatch Rehabilitation Network in Greyhold. An older man, well into his nineties, sat on a sofa, his eyes wet with emotion. A decorated soldier still revered by the nation, yet to Nathaniel, he was only an old man who had abandoned his own blood.

Nathaniel Across the city, Nathaniel Crane leaned back in his leather chair, ice pressed to his bruised jaw. His men stood around him, waiting for orders. “Blackwood thinks he’s won,” he muttered, swirling whiskey in his glass. “But he doesn’t understand. Winning her in a fight doesn’t mean keeping her.” He smirked, though the bruise on his lip tugged painfully. “She came to me once. That seed is planted. Next time she runs, she won’t be walking into my den—she’ll be begging for sanctuary.”

Grandma gave him a disapproving look. Nathaniel stalled not knowing what to say. “I will stay the night, Grandma, but I will be leaving tomorrow, ” “That’s good,” Grandma Linda said, “you guys should put your bags away. I’m going to get dinner cooking, ” Nathaniel left early the next morning. He traveled to Florida for a week, did the job before he returned to pick them up. He took them out to the club to celebrate and even if it seemed like he was the only one celebrating. He didn’t care. He knew his father would be proud.

“And I know that these are things that I shouldn’t care about. But somehow, I still do. She always finds a way to make me feel small. And she does that by just using words. At times, I can ignore them, but there are times when it is hard to do so. I am guessing today just falls with the fact of being hard.” Nolan didn’t move for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re not small, Natalia. You never were. You might not see it, but I do. There are many others who look up at you, and when I say that I know they wouldn’t if this was someone else, I am not even complimenting you when I say that I know my pack. They do not give in to anyone, and they do not look twice to someone that they don’t r

I whisper, barely audible, but the glass catches the sound and throws it back at me like a vow. “Not until he begs.” The screen flickers again, cutting to Nathaniel. Standing on a stage, too polished, too smooth. He’s spinning the story, brushing off the lawsuits, swearing the company is stable. His grin is wide. Too wide. But his eyes. His eyes flicker. Just for a second. And I feel it in my bones. The cracks are reaching him. Soon. Very soon.