Nathaniel Meme の小説・ストーリー

I smile at their replies and down my drink. I swallow and laugh at the jokes my cousins spout. They ask all about Nathaniel. Does he sleep in a coffin? Does he have a keg of blood in his room? Does he wear pantaloons since he is used to them? Does he carry a flask with blood in it? Can he read minds?

“And what? You said yes?” “Yeah. What’s wrong about that, Nathan?” I can’t help but to call him with his real name. “That is crazy! Come on, Nat, wake up. Why? I mean, why him? There is much more better guys than him out there. Someone that really deserves you... Just please, Nat. Come back to your senses right now before it’s too late,” he warned me, as if this is the biggest mistake that I did. “What are you talking about, Nathan? I honestly couldn’t get your point here. Tyler is a good guy, not what everyone thinks he is...”

"But one thing you're missing is refusing to know that this isn't a joke." Sage took steps forward to meet the Seer. “I don't want to know if this is a joke or not. All I'm interested in is for you to let me get into the mystic world!” His voice was cold and threatening. He wasn't in the mood for play and the Seer wouldn't olay foul with him when he was entirely serious. He was tired of all the bullshit!

After speaking, he drank a glass of wine. "Nathan is really young and promising. I heard that the products of Nathan's company have gone abroad. I toast you." "Mrs. Franchise is really lucky to have such an excellent son." These people did not forget about Mrs. Nathaniel looked at the group of people, curled his lips, and asked one of them, "Do you know what I do?" The man was startled, and finally smiled awkwardly: "youre so talented, and what you do is naturally amazing."

The man that they had admired for years turned out to be a woman! Meanwhile, Nathan sat in the car as he scrolled through his phone to see all the diehard fans who had posted links of the livestream. He then felt a sudden pang of uneasiness in him. Nathan hurriedly logged in to his Twitter account that he hadn't used in a long while. He immediately posted a tweet with a photo of his own Adam's apple with the caption, 'I'm a man. Thank you.' Meanwhile, Kyle, who sat beside him, laughed so hard that he could barely straighten himself. "Hahahaha... dude, you.... hahahaha…"

“Cute.” I shot him a murderous glare. “This is NOT cute!” “Oh, relax.” He took a sip of his whiskey like this wasn’t a public relations disaster. “It’s just a rumor. It’ll fade.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Oh, really? Because the last time I checked, people love clinging to juicy, ridiculous, life-ruining gossip!” Nathaniel shrugged, completely unfazed. “So? Deny it.” I froze. “What?”

Nathan looked down at the phone in my hand before nodding, unwrapping his arms as he got up from the couch, picking his own phone from the inside of his jacket’s pocket. “Any specific flavor for your popcorn? Caramel? Salt? Cheese?” “All of the above?” I said, making Nathan laugh. He nodded, making my eyes widen as I didn’t expect that to be his response. “Nathan! I was joking, you’re going to end up making me fat” I said, shaking my head. Nathan laughed, his laugh sounding like music to my ears as my heart skipped a beat. My wolf purred, and for a second, Nathan’s laughter died down and I could swear that he returned the favor before he looked at his phone.

Nathaniel has a bad feeling about it. His gaze scanned the land where the boundary of Marv resides. Just a kilometer away and home sweet home. His gaze landed on his comrades who by chance teasing each other. Admittedly, he misses it too. the naughtiness, the joyous days, their youths. Yes, it was a happy memories to reminisced. His thought cut off when he sense five pairs of eyes was on him. "What?" He asked. "Your mind wander again" Zeke uttered.

he asked, his voice a pitch too low to be casual. "Delicious," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "Justice is a sweetheart. He really needed the talk." "I’m sure he did. He also looked like he needed a permanent attachment to your shoulder." Nathan finally looked up, his grey eyes flashing with a ridiculous, brooding jealousy. "Was the hug strictly necessary for the acquisition of information, or was it a recreational embrace?" I burst out laughing. "Nathaniel King! Are you jealous of an eighteen-year-old?"

“Nathaniel Madden is a lying, cheating, sexist son of a bitch who has gotten away with many corrupt business deals, robbed the nation off its wealth and enslaves many children in Gabore” – the equivalent of Botswana – “mining diamonds to swell his already bursting bank accounts.”