Sinopsi Novel Dear Nathan 소설 & 이야기

RILEY Nathan’s scent filled his room, I mean it's his room after all. The familiar scent of his perfume coaxed me to sleep. This will be the first time I'm sleeping out since I opened my eyes to a new life, but I totally didn't mind. I was honestly so comfortable that it scared me at some point. “What if I wake up one day and realize Nathan isn't who I think he is? What if I find out the reason why Leah wants me to stay far away from him?”

Now, it seemed karma had returned to collect another debt from him through Jennifer. He stood slowly and walked toward the wide office window. The Golden Aura, Charlotte's empire, shining proudly under the evening light, had grown beyond what anyone imagined. And beside all that success, she had Caleb Briggs, a man who loved her openly and fearlessly. Nathan clenched his jaw. “You moved on perfectly,” he whispered bitterly. “While I’m stuck cleaning up ruins.” That evening, the sun had already set when Nathan’s car rolled into the compound. The gate closed behind him, and from the balcony, little Melina waved excitedly. “Daddy’s home!” she shouted, running down the stairs.

How many more things didn't I know about my boyfriend? Nathan led me to his office. It was as bright as the corridor we walked before. It looked like there were LED lights under the floor panels. All walls had a smooth and almost mirror-like light-gray texture, and only the ceiling was darker, covered by steel-like plates. Unlike the bright floor and walls, Nathan's furniture was black. He quickly turned on his laptop, pulled out a chair, and gestured at me to sit by his desk. I nodded, drawing a hesitant smile, and sat down where he wanted me to. He leaned over me to type something on his computer. Then he opened a catalog of pictures, similar to the ones I had gone through at the precinct

Staring at the door and then Nathan’s mum comes in, they share the same mysterious smile and sit side by side, both of them waiting for Nathan. Kim and Jake move to the sofa and I look at my sister, begging her with my eyes to text Nathan a warning, but she just laughs, shaking her head at me. “Nathaniel, glad you could join us, have a seat.” My mum gestures to the seat opposite her and Debbie. Nathan slides into it, looking at the rest of us nervously. “I understand you have taken my daughter's innocence.” His eyes fly to mine and I blush furiously, but then his mother is beside him, rubbing his arm.

PROLOGUE Nathan The barber’s shears snipped close to his scalp, the whisper of falling hair louder than his sister’s relentless teasing. "Is this some significant coming-of-age Nate ritual?" Tamara smirked, leaning against the mirror, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Nathan exhaled through his nose. "I’m just trying something new. Please leave me alone." She deepened her voice, puffing out her chest in a poor imitation of him. "I’m Nathan Parker, future alpha, and I take myself very seriously—"

The room was clean but plain, nothing like the grand house around it. That night, alone in the small room, Claire finally let herself cry, quietly, into a pillow that smelled like a stranger's house, in a life she never chose. She did not know that just down the hall, Nathan was standing outside his own bedroom door, staring at the wall, feeling something he refused to name. And she definitely did not know that three floors below them, in a private office, Eleanor Cole was sitting across from a man Claire had never met, a man who smiled as he said quietly.

Nathan joined me, not yet changed from his sleeping attire—a strange muumuu to wear for a man who was always perfectly groomed. He looked at me with half-open eyes, a smile playing upon his lips. "Good morning," I replied, my heart fluttering at his presence. "I'm almost done packing. Just need to finalize a few things. Are you excited for the getaway?" His eyes brightened with excitement. "Definitely. Been yearning for this moment for a while now. I'm really looking forward to this. It's going to be incredible; hanging in the wilderness without a care in the world."

Chapter 51 The mystery Nathan's hand ran across the rows of ancient-looking books on the shelf, his eyes scanning the titles and spines for any sign of relevance. As he reached the end of the shelf, he spotted a thick leather-bound book with a strange symbol embossed on the cover. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for it, feeling the weight and texture of the cover in his palm. He turned to the sage who had been observing him silently, perched on his seat with his glasses adjusted on his nose. "Is this the one?" Nathan asked, holding up the book for the sage to see.

If seeing from the eyes of sanity and reason, Nathaniel had reasons to kill Judas while the Russians could cherish him. What would he say to Delilah now? . . . The hour hand of the clock hit two at night and Nathaniel was still wide awake. His fingers never ceased pressing the delicate buttons of the keyboard while his eyes keenly stayed upon the screen which shone against them, burning them. He didn't care about it. It was normal. Clicking 'Enter', he leaned back and closed his eyes for a small moment. He brought his fingers crossed to his lips, realizing there was no cigarette between them.

He walked to Damian's chambers. He did not knock. The room was empty. The fire was low. The bed was made. Nathan crossed to the bed. He sat on the edge. He lay down. He closed his eyes. He slept. The door opened sometime later. Footsteps crossed the room. A hand brushed his forehead. "You're burning up," a voice said. Nathan did not open his eyes. "I'm fine," he mumbled. "You're not." The hand moved to his cheek. Cool. Gentle.