Novel & Cerita Baka Drake Friend

I somehow feel happy to know that someone is here to congratulate me. What's more, he is someone who can make me smile, even just for a second. "Funny," I added. "Well, sorry to say, but I'm quite mesmerized by your beauty, if I may say so." I rolled my eyes. I'm quite surprised to see him here. He never changes; what a joker as ever. He is Drake. Drake Bennett Peterson was both my childhood friend and my childhood sweetheart. We were quite close when we were in grade school because my mother and his mother were friends.

Then he grabbed me by the neck. "This guy you are defending on us is not worth it, Miss! He knows that very well too!" "Bobo Del Rey, leave her alone. She does not know anything. You want me, right? You can do whatever you desire for me. Just let her go. Please, Bobo." I saw a different Drake today. "Woahh! Guys listen! The Drake Raven is now pleading?? Am I dreaming now? Are you begging? Oh! I see. Perhaps this young lady here is not just a FRIEND!!"

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

I checked my email as I drank my water and looked at the list Jack had sent me. Roger Goodman Neil Black Ashley Grant Kade Kominski Charles Huxman I knew four of them. Everybody knew me as Blake Cannon. It was my most active persona. Jack had been awesome, he had sent pictures and last known details of the five hitmen and the number of declines on my contract. Sixty-eight people had declined to kill me. I had mastered the art of distrust at a very young age even though I knew a lot of people in the same line of work, I still kept to myself. Jericho was an enigma to most.

Craig and I were on the same line of the same page about the Banks thing, and generally speaking, Craig seemed like a great guy. I was surprised by how relaxed and easygoing he was. Before I got to know Layton, I wouldn’t have thought there was one easygoing bone in his body. I definitely wouldn’t have expected his best friend to be a guy like Craig. He had an easy smile, could talk the ear off a donkey if he liked you it seemed, or listen seriously when the situation called for it. It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t an ugly guy either. In fact, he was ruggedly attractive.