Drake Minecraft Novels & Stories

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

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.’

“What . . . things in the tabloids?” “The coke, the models, the late-night parties. It’s all just PR. That, and once your rep hits a certain point, you can’t blow your nose in public without everyone assuming you just did lines in the bathroom.” “Drake , I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Sarah told him. “Start over. I don’t know what any of this means. Is Drake even your real name?” “It’s my real name,” he agreed. “Drake Holt , owner of The Grand Channel and a few other networks.”

go inside the hole. I closed the fridge and walked out of the office, I entered the office beside the first one I came out from. I rolled the rug away, revealing a round metallic cover, fixed to the ground. I took a knife which was on the table and hit the container, and it opened on its own accord. I returned the knife back to the table, it wasn't an ordinary knife, it's a knife I made myself. I walked into the opening and took the ladder till I came down into a well furnished apartments. I clapped my hands and the metallic cover closed up. "It feels good to be back", I said looking around. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Drake, a guys obsessed with wealth, power and techn

Drake sat next to his girl's bed and just held her hand. When Vulcan walked in to the ICU and saw his Prez and friend looking so defeated, it damn near broke his heart. His friend had always been a strong guy. He had held up the entire club at times. He was responsible for the rescue of many battered women and children. He was also the man that held them together. He was the glue that made them a cohesive team. Standing in the door, he cleared his throat so Drake would know he was there.

Drake suddenly appeared. People quickly fled.

If we could build the kingdom again, he will fit to be crowned as the king. "Nine days, Sir. And please call me Drake," he answered politely, not even shaken with my attempt to look scary. "What is Moira to you?"

To my surprise, Drake is among them, testing out new electric tools that I know for sure he just invented. “Good morning, Alpha,” the villagers greet with a smile, and I pat them all on the back as a way of greeting and gratitude. Only then does Drake look up. “Good morning.” I nod in response, heading to his side and helping him with the roof tile he’s working on. ‘You’re up early!’ “Yeah,” he says, frowning as his new electric tool whirrs and dies. “I wanted to test my things on the project. Also, it’s because I have no one to cuddle up with. It makes sleeping hard.”

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

He held up a bag of muffins. I couldn’t help but smile in return. “That’s very kind of you.” Drake merely shrugged and reached into the bag, breaking off a piece of a muffin and popping it into his mouth. “I’m really just being selfish because I wanted something sweet for breakfast. Want some?” I shook my head and held my hand up to stop him. “Thank you,” I said, “but I’m alright.” Peering past me, Drake nodded his head toward the children, who were now busy making paper turkeys using the outlines of their hands for the bodies. “You seem to be good with kids. Not that I’m surprised, after how you treated Adam at the acceptance ceremony.”