Drake Bell Shirtless Novels & Stories

Deathly silent. Maybe he left, a tiny, hopeful voice whispered in my head. Maybe he dropped me here, paid the rent, and disappeared. Maybe I'm free. I swung my legs out of the bed, intending to find a bathroom, when the bedroom door clicked open. He was standing in the doorway. Drake. He wore a crisp, black button-down shirt, the top two buttons left undone, exposing a sliver of tan, muscular chest. His hair was still slightly damp from a shower, and the morning light caught those gold flecks in his grey eyes, making them burn like embers.

Turning the television off, I asked, "Don't you have anything to do, Drake? How about work? I don't want to be the reason why your company goes bankrupt. No one would be able to help you anymore, not even me because my mom was mad at me.” “Everything is already finished. I mean my work. And I could finish it later.” My forehead knotted when he settled beside me, leaving a couple of inches from me. “What are you planning, Drake?” He chuckled softly. “What are you talking about? I'm not planning anything, doll.” “Don't give me that shit. If you don't have any plans, why are you wearing nothing but your boxer shorts? Do you have plans to seduce me?” He chuckled in reply.

Then the bell over the door rings, and my eyes snap toward it. There he is. No black dress shirt, no clerical collar — the ones I’d learned to hate over the years. Draven’s wearing black sweatpants and a light-gray cotton shirt that shapes around his chest and arm muscles like it was made for him. Sranje. I curse silently, biting back the urge to sink my teeth into my lower lip. The man looks better than ever since he stopped being a priest. Our eyes meet in a wordless conversation, and I head straight to the single-stall women’s restroom. The café is empty enough — no one’s going to care.

naked! He must have shifted back into his human form to offer me his shoulder to cry on. That was sweet and all, but the thing that really upsets me the most is that he didn't even bother to put on those pants to cover those balls dangling freely and touching my front, not even a freaking leaf huge enough to cover his manliness. “Sorry, I just wanted to hold you in my arms the minute I saw you crying helplessly, and forgot everything else,” Drake spoke to me through our mindlink.

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w

Drake snarled while mentioning each name. Drake was waiting for his mate to answer, but Noah was too afraid to say anything. ‘So he prefers other men instead of me?’ Drake snorted, ‘well… then I'm gonna change his mind.’ Drake took his black tank top off and exposed his ripped muscular body. “I’ll make you understand that you belong to me, Noah,” he said while unzipping his jeans, letting his huge-and-already-hard-shaft out, “and you’ll know that I'm the only one that you need…”

She is feeling shy to face him like this. Drake smiled at her unasked wish. She wanted to erase the memory of that Prick from her mind and replace it with him. Drake removed his armor and left it on the ground. He slowly unbuttoned his cotton shirt before removing it and letting it slip onto the floor. He turned Nyra to face him. He looked at her hardened nipples and the blush on her cheeks. Nyra is not looking at his face. But she is looking at his bare muscular torso.

I need to notice these things. Pulling on leggings and a hoodie I freeze seeing what drake had chosen to wear, he frowns looking at me as I stare at the red and blue T-shirt and work out shorts. Understanding passes over his features as he nods “Today is the day?” I nod my head as he goes to the drawer and he lifts 2 glass veils of wolfsbane tea. He throws one at me, so I pocket the little bugger and finish getting dressed. As we reach the hall Baylee walks out of her room and freezes when she sees what drakes wearing. Her eyes snap to me, worry all over her sad little face as she rushes into drake's arms.

Alessandro smiled widely. "It's good to see you awake, Boss." Drake said. "And I can see a certain someone has changed your whole appearance."Alessandro scanned Drake from head to toe as he wasn't wearing his casual clothes with leather jacket but formal shirt and pants. A blush crept on Drake's face. He scratched his nape to hide his nervousness making us all to laugh on his cuteness. "I'll change my clothes if it doesn't suit my job, Boss." He said looking a little embarrassed.

I grin, looking around the room, I lift my shirt and smile, my stomach was healed on the outside but I could feel myself still healing on the inside, Layla was still sleeping and I was raring to go. I grab some pack sweats and T-shirt and I start getting dressed, pulling on the shirt I grin at how baggy and comfortable it was. The door swings open and in rushes drake “You ok?” He asks grabbing my face and he slams his lips against mine, I grin kissing him back before he pulls away and he looks down at my outfit