Billionaire Novel Mr Draven Novels & Stories

Besse knew better than to reply so she just walked away. **** At Jack's mansion Jack sat in his large living room, sipping wine and going through his documents. Ever since his mother died, he saw no reason to stay in his father's house anymore so he decided to get his own mansion. The mansion was worth over twenty million dollars, he didn't even bother to negotiate with the agent, he.just paid right away. The mansion consists of four large bedrooms, two living rooms, a large garage, a huge Jacuzzi and a large kitchen.

Logan whispered, "Andy, let me quietly fill you in on everyone here! That guy over there is Mr. Stein from Prima Group—he's worth over 50 billion! "And that one is Mr. Drache, Blumedale's connection between the legitimate and underground worlds—he's got enough pull to summon martial kings! "See that flashy socialite? Her husband was in the jewelry business, but he's dead now, and she inherited his assets worth hundreds of billions. She's one of the most powerful people in the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce!"

She couldn't believe it. "Lara, how wealthy is your sugar daddy?" Ashley's eyes practically turned into dollar signs. She chuckled. 'Enough for you to work for him,' she wanted to reply. But she decided to ignore them. She could only wish to say that anyway. The CEO slash Chairman of the Board was called to give his speech. The function hall was filled with applause and admiration. Even though Miguel wore a mask, his handsomeness couldn't be hidden. Lara couldn't help but admire him, too. In fact, his half-mask seemed to add to his mystery.

… Early the next morning. A man in a perfectly tailored suit arrived at Richard’s hotel room carrying documents. Richard’s expression darkened terribly upon seeing him. Nathan Drakov had effortlessly taken away most of the wealth Richard fought his entire life to obtain. Of course he hated it. But at this point, he had no other options left. Grinding his teeth, Richard finally signed the documents. The suited man immediately collected them neatly. Before leaving, he only said one sentence. “Mr. Drakov requests that you hold another press conference soon.”

Curiosity gets the best of me, because I know I haven’t seen him anywhere until that night. Raven looks at me like I just asked the most insane question she’s ever heard. “Have you been living under a rock all this time?” When I don’t answer, a confused look on my face, she continues. “Jeez, Zoe. Lucien Dravik? He’s one of New York’s best CEO and bachelors, among the likes of Adrian—” I cough at the sound of his name, and that was a wrong move. “What? Have you met him too?” I nod.

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Draven Draven is an author who writes paranormal/supernatural which includes vampires and werewolves, and ghosts. Her works include The Immortals Saga vampire series and the Bane Werewolf Colony series. She’s working on a revenge crime series of short stories and a science fiction series. She’s a graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. She has experience with script-writing, comic writing, and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading books, specifically paranormal

The man lifted both hands in surrender, still smiling, though more carefully now. I remained behind Reign, half concealed by his broad frame, still trying to ignore the fact that he had not let go of my hand. To distract myself, I let my gaze wander around the corridor. The place looked as though luxury had been given human arrogance and told to decorate itself. Cream walls blended with dark wooden accents, pendant lights glowed softly over polished furniture, and every visible detail carried the kind of precision that only obscene wealth could afford. Even the silence inside the mansion felt expensive. A trillion dollars suddenly no longer sounded fictional.

“I’m Draven.” I think I’m going to be sick. He turns his attention to Mr. Newbury. “And you, you pathetic human.” He grabs the lame man by the collar of his shirt. “Did you really think you could get rid of me? Control me? You’ve done what you were influenced to do, but it’s not enough gratitude to save your worthless life.”

It was as if they had gone completely numb, making it impossible for me to stand up. 'What?! This can't be happening now!' I thought to myself. I glanced at the man, He appeared to be in a deep and peaceful sleep, completely unaware of my predicament. I looked at him closely from his face down to his—Suddenly, a wave of shock washed over me as I took in the startling realization that both he and I were completely naked beneath the covers! I panicked. What have I done! I am still married to Max. I immediately started plotting my escape.

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.