Drake Parker Novels & Stories

“You know I don't do things without proofs, elders. I would have waged a war again Seat of Trace for a while but I respect our rules and I didn't want to stir up trouble at all. But that was the last straw.” The elders whispered to themselves as they looked at those two already captured. Drake walked over to them with his iPad and bowed, loud enough for everyone to hear, he said. “I am Drake Apex, the soon to be ruler of Seat of Apex. I have confessions from those the elders of my seat captured already.” Drake said, handing them the iPad and they watched before handing it back to Drake with a nod.

Roger said. "You are surrounded," was the last thing I heard that made a smile find its way to my face before I gave up the ghost. Drake POV The moment I got there, seeing my father, Mr. President, laying dead, I went wild. "Who the heck do you think you are, powerful enough to take down the President and the First Lady?" I yelled, my eyes turning completely red. "I am the immortal of the Whitewater pack," he declared, calm as ever, which only fueled my anger further.

After we finished eating, we moved over to the pool area to relax, settling into lounge chairs with cold umbrella cocktails in hand. Maybe the whole experience at the resort had shifted something in Grace, because after a while of quiet conversation and slow sips, she began to open up. She told me how her family had been struggling financially. Her husband was currently unemployed, even though he had been accepted by one of the companies he applied to. The problem was that they still hadn't given him a clear starting date, and in the meantime, the bills kept piling up. On top of that, one of her children was supposed to start grade school soon, and she really wanted her to attend a private s

is this real? Could it be that the invisible ghost stalker that has been hunting me all over, making me scared over every little thing and even every little image I come across or any body that touches me, getting me to behave like an insane person, driving me crazy, and making everyone thinks I am literally mad is no other person than the one I ever and will always loved, want to spend my entire life with, cherished every moment I spent with him, adored the lovely flowers he always brings to me, how he got me angry easily and will beg despite me being at fault, how he always send and fight any other guys with lustful desire who comes to me to ask for a date, how he always made sure I ate my

Liliana retorted. “He’s actually a...,” replied Maddison, opting to not finish the sentence. They would continue to go in circles unless she gave Liliana what she wanted. “His name is Morgan Drake and he’s a doctor by profession.” Liliana went to work, typing away on her phone. When the search on one social media app turned up nothing, she moved to the next. After a few minutes of searching, she put down her phone and let out a sigh. “I can’t find him. I think he’s a ghost.”

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh

she replied. "Okay. I'm Drake Walter, I'm the first child of my parents, I have two younger siblings and they're females. My dad is resting in his grave and my mom is diagnosed with leukemia. So I work two jobs to take care of my mom and my siblings and also to keep up with bills including paying for my siblings education" he forced a smile like it was not a big burden to him while she stared at him in disbelief and sympathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that, it would have been so tough for you to handle all of it alone" she took his hand and held it.

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 was so frustrated that he didn’t know where to vent his anger. He has seen fear in people, especially in his enemies but seeing the fear of Emily; it seems like she saw him as a monster. He’s an Alpha, the king of the Blue Moon pack. The powerful of all, but he stopped just because he saw Emily’s tears? Damn it! He could feel that there was something different about the girl. He could feel a foreign attraction towards her that he couldn’t explain. What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat