Disney Channel Drake Novels & Stories

“Maybe this weekend. I have some dealing with Jake Elon, the new CEO of Elon Conglomerate. If your mother plays her cards right, I may snatch an Elon to be a father for you.” “Right, look, I’m busy and heading back,” Drake said, downing the rest of his drink and heading upstairs. “Drake, dear, try not to go too extreme with this one. I’ve had to compensate quite a few already.” Sharon said, heading back outside to her lounger. “Can’t be helped; they are all too weak,” Drake answered her back as he closed his door, and the sound of a whip was heard with muffled sounds of pleasure.

Drake drew back in his chair, he went back to the social media and a lot of speculations had already been raised. “Was it Leonard`s? Was she also two timed?” The internet was blaring "Oh dear God! She is carrying my fetus", Drake admitted inwardly as the bittersweet reality washed over him.

"Relax, kid. I’m not going to call the police for trespassing." Drake finally let out a breath. "I… I really am sorry, Mr. Sterling. I know I shouldn’t have come over, but Liv was upset and I—" I was upset? Was he making up reasons? "I know. Family trouble, right?" Chandler interrupted, his tone surprisingly sympathetic. He set his glass down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the armrest and his chin on his fist. "I knew your father, Drake. Albert Crawford is a difficult man to please. I can imagine the pressure you’re under."

Parker seemed to catch onto the silent question, because he answered, "William had set the cameras up. Your father didn't know of them." "Drake's dad was badass," I whistled. Justin and Parker agreed. Drake finally, finally, came back, the light from his laptop illuminating his silver hair. He looked slightly annoyed when he saw that I'd taken his spot on the couch. "That's my spot," he said. "Too bad," I shrugged. "Sit somewhere else," I told him with a smirk. It probably shouldn't have been that fun to rile him up. "No, I won't," he grumbled. No, growled. He could easily pass for Fae.

Drake dashed out of the packhouse and went straight for his black armored Lexus SUV. 'Maya! Caden!', Drake called thorough the mind-link. 'Where is Talia!?'

Drake is watching a movie as usual, Butler Jameson was always reporting the useless things that happen in the house to Johnny Mudrock as the surveillance camera is not in the sitting room, he was well aware of all the places where the surveillance cameras are placed. Drake was watching cartoons like always when Agnes came rushing out to the sitting room, she was breathing heavily due to her running. "Please, I need to change the channel to Ocean fm, they were doing live interview with young mistress and Viola Spooner" She mutters breathlessly, she received a notification on her phone from Ocean fm as she was following them, she is a fans if them and lover of their programs. Drake Valentino's

Drake revealed, making Dale open and close his mouth like a fish in shock. "What?" he asked with utter confusion. Drake expected this reaction, so he is not so surprised. Mason, Dillon, and Cedric know this is supposed to happen at a certain point. So they didn't stop Drake. Instead, they silently stood behind him, supporting his decision. "I am a dragon Dale. Me and Mason, we are not humans like you guys are thinking. We are dragons. I came here for my mate. That is none other than your princess Nyra" Drake revealed.

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

Drake recalled she mentioned 'us'. He wondered who the other person was, but as long as it's not a guy, then, he's cool. "Oh wow! You lucky bastard." Dylan was intrigued by the timing of everything. Actually, he was worried for Drake, but now that his fantasy was turning into reality, it's a good way to make him forget the weird discovery from last night. Drake smiled, unable to hide his happiness. He imagined Morgana in his home and gosh! This is the freaking good news ever!

I should have asked instead of assumed. Drake is a prominent member of the pack, even if he hasn’t lived on packgrounds for years, he has given large donations to the pack hospital, the school, kindergarten and daycare. He is friends with dad, and we’ve, Becky and I, have known him since childhood. An odd fellow, reserved, but generous. We never felt like something was off about him. Or at least I never did. Had I been so blind? ‘Becky, I need you and dad at the Dalton mansion at once.’