Drake Bell Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Evelyn was always surprised, even though Drake is sick he is the biggest clean freak she has ever seen, he bathes thrice in a day, and he always styles his hair. Sometimes she always gets swayed by his manly and handsome look, she was happy at least she was waking up everyday to see a handsome man, lol. Evelyn is dressed in a high waist black Dior pant and a pink crop top, her hair was curled. Her black heel matches perfectly and her leg chain makes her more beautiful, her beautiful cleavage came out perfectly. Drake Valentino also came out, his dress left Evelyn drooling, he is cladded in a black shirt that revealed his stone muscle and his six packs stood corporately in the black shirt.

a twenty year old, but he could have just ended his contract. He never paid me a single attention and was always reading but strangely, he was always alert. I was the abomination he must never look at. And it made my blood boil. But not for long though. Because every time I set eyes on him, I melt. Drake was dressed in his usual style, black pants and black body hug shirt. One tight enough to outline every single one of the rippling muscles on his body. What would he think when he knew of all the dark fantasies I've had about him? About ripping those shirts off and being tied with the pieces. Or having his veiny hands wrapping around my neck and those piercing gaze looking down on me.

And a beach hat and sunglasses to round it off. "You..look amazing sis!!!" Nana held her hands and the two ladies both giggled. "And, Drake!" she inhaled deeply as his gaze settled on Drake's outfit. He was definitely a force to reckon with. He wore a crisp white shirt that conformed to his perfectly sculptured muscled body and poly-cotton blend shorts exposing his brawny thigh bones and then a pair of flip-flops to round it off. His sandy brown hair was wavy and his sparkling blue eyes made him look more handsome and fascinating.

he said. I should have been offended by the command. Instead, I trembled. Drake pulled the tie from his collar and let it fall to the floor. Then his jacket. Then the buttons of his shirt, one by one, each reveal of skin making my mouth go dry. His chest was sculpted, hard, dusted with dark hair that trailed down his stomach and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair, like a statue carved specifically to ruin women like me.

'Fuck, this is so fucking torture! 'Damn your hands, Drake. Unexplainable!' Unfortunately, Drake pushed her back on the bed. Her mouth parted a bit. "Oh, damn!" she hissed. She propped her elbow to support her body while watching Drake move. He was unbuckling his belt, slowly and sharply looking at his stray. When the metal belt landed on the floor, Emily swallowed as the alpha started to unbutton his sweatpants. She even blinked her eyes twice; she wasn't dreaming of what she was seeing. His chiseled chest and his well-toned abs absolutely stand out from the dim lights of the room.

Suddenly, everyone's attention was diverted to the entrance. It was him. Drake. The word 'Handsome' wasn't enough to describe how he looked tonight. If there was another word for me to describe him with, I would describe him. He was looking extra good. He is wearing ripped jeans and a white plain shirt with his white sneakers. Looking so fine. I didn't know when I started drooling over him. I couldn't stop looking at his face either. His tattoos and the multiple rings on his fingers stood out. He looked just like a Playboy but suit him well. . . . ……

Draken was already there. He wasn't wearing his leather armor or the formal court attire bound in gold. He wore a simple black top, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms. His posture wasn't rigid. He was standing near the center of the polished stone floor, his head tilted back as he looked up at the frosted glass above. The softer energy radiating from him was jarring. Without the crown and the armor, the suffocating pressure of his Alpha authority had settled into a calm.

Faris asked Drake. Drake pulled a long face and lazily zipped his pants. 'What is wrong with displaying my manhood? Isn't it vital in everyone's life and also a very important prospect for finding a mate? If this is not there then how would we be able to make our mates happy?' He thought. “Young master, shirt,” Wyatt shoved the shirt into Drake’s hands. "Aren't you going a little too far with this clothing thing?" Drake howled and threw the shirt on the ground.

He yells at the top of his lungs, but Drake very calmly replies. “Preventing her from going into shock, your majesty.” “Does the manual tell you to be naked for that to work?!” Clearly, he wants to blame anyone but Lance, even after the discussion yesterday. “I'm not naked, your majesty I'm wearing my boxers, and unfortunately there wasn't time for me to get dressed.” Drake is so calm, and I commend him for his courage. But as I'm feeling better, I decide to intercede here, I stand, slowly and address my father.

With my hand still gripping in the scissor, I raised my chin up. “You! I have to get out of this house as soon as possible!” I shouted at him. Drake sighed as he brushed off the spilled milk in his shirt. My eyes grazed down his chest and I unconsciously swallowed the lump in my throat when I saw what the milk did to him. It wet his shirt, and now his hard chest and n*pples can see through the thin and wet shirt, my eyes went down to his six pack abs and I swallowed even more… Right before I drool over his sexy body, Drake cleared his throat and I looked up to his face immediately.