Best Friend Drake Novels & Stories

Drake wanted to go explore hoping he would eventually find his mate here. I told him to just go all by himself, that I was not interested in doing any sort of business with a smaller, weaker pack like this. After three straight days of hearing nonstop whining and crying from my own Beta, I finally gave in. Besides, he was like my little brother, and we grew up together as childhood friends. Drake was my only friend since I was little, and he was there whenever I needed him. That is why I chose him to be my Beta despite my father's objection.

“Um, Drake, could you drive faster? Who knows when we’ll get such a good opportunity again if we’re late.” Serenity could not help but urge Drake as well. Drake, who was driving, was speechless. He was a man. Although he was still young and did not have a girlfriend yet, he listened to the two best friends talking about controlling their husbands and said in his heart, ‘When I find a girlfriend, I can’t find one who’s as strong as they are. ‘On second thought, my sister is pretty good. Serenity is good too. ‘I might not be able to find a girlfriend like them.

"Drake don't talk to your father like that! " "Oh but of course, he has the right to stick his nose in my business right? He spies on my accounts and every little thing I do. And it's up to me to calm down? " Drake shakes his head in annoyance and smiles. "Starting tomorrow night, you can tell Master Ford that I don't need his services. "You can't do that master Ford is a long time friend of the family. " "Your friend, not mine and be glad I'm not going to have him disbarred. "

As Leila and I played with our son, the bandleader whispered something in Drake's ear and Drake got up and walked over to me. "It's time," he said, touching my arm. Drake stood and raised his hands to silence the crowd as he raised his wine glass. "I'd like to make a toast to my best friends, Leila and Lance Steel. Congratulations on your marriage. May your days be filled with love and happiness. Cheers." He, along with the crowd, raised their wine glasses and drank, and then he added, "And Lance, don't keep Leila away from the hospital too long."

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

your date at the reception center. Drake backed away from Jessica, putting some much needed distance between the two of them. “If you’re talking about Lydia, she is my girlfriend, and she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I hope to one day spend eternity with her. And secondly, my mother has no say who I do or who I do not bunk with, and I AM NOT BUNKING with YOU. Now kindly pack up your things and leave, before I drag you out of my room butt naked and throw you in front of the camera crews.”

Not only was his gaze weird, but even his action was. "I'm Drake, from Blackwood Pack. I would like to be friends with you, Miss Selena." He said softly. His tone was filled with quiet dominance even though he seemed to be trying hard to suppress it. Friends? I raised a brow. This couldn't be happening. Something like this... could only happen in dreams, right? There was no way it was real. I stared in a daze, unable to understand what he was saying to me. He covered his mouth and chuckled. "Don't misunderstand me, Miss Selena. I just think you look exactly like someone I used to know. So, can we be friends?" He said and stretched forth his hand for a handshake.

My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder. I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

"And then we're going shopping. And then we're going to pretend Vincent doesn't exist." "I can't just pretend he doesn't exist." "You can try." She shoved me into her car. "I'm your best friend. It's my job to make you forget your problems." I didn't argue. We went to a café downtown. Quiet. Cozy. The kind of place where nobody knew my name. Sloane ordered for both of us. Two lattes. Two pastries. She knew what I liked without asking. "Okay," she said. "Talk to me. How are you really doing?"