Drake Parker Novels & Stories

**** I check in with my superior and switch the remainder of my shift with a first-year patroller who needed more time under her belt. I go to the locker-room to change. I slip on my black leather boot cut pants, my black shit kickers and pull on a black t shirt. I grab my black rider's jacket and head to Drake's office. Drake was posted here three years ago as program director. He's a hard ass but fair. He's also a fucking hottie. Blonde short hair, deep blue eyes and jacked. I stop in and give a quick knock on the open door.

The officer barely made the turn. “Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass.” I did as he said. I love that he was such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come. Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn’t even see his car now. “We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us.” Drake said. He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and hel

The officer barely made the turn. “Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass.” I did as he said. I love that he was such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come. Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn’t even see his car now. “We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us.” Drake said. He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and hel

My face appeared in thumbnails. I felt sick. One file stood out: “Drake_meeting.mp4.” “Play it,” I said. The video opened to a grainy recording of Peter sitting across from Drake in a café. The audio crackled, but you could still hear enough. Drake: “He doesn’t have to know it’s me. Just get the footage. Keep him paranoid.” Peter: “And if he finds out?” Drake: “He won’t. He’s too focused on that boyfriend of his. If this works, he’ll push everyone away himself.”

He slipped behind me on the lounger and pulled me to his chest. I stared over at luis and wondered how I was going to get this all out without Drake freaking out. Glancing over my shoulder, Drake had his head rested against the lounger with his eyes closed. "You two must have had loads of fun last night," I teased. Drake groaned. "Yeah, Lane never fails in that department." I furrowed my brows. "Lane? Who's Lane?" "Lane Parker," luis answered. "He's a huge pornstar from the Western region. He's decided to join ranks with Drake. He took us out to celebrate last night."

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Drake is waiting for me outside. "Oh, I can't have my visitors stay standing while waiting. Please have a seat." "And I told you to make it faster than to run your mouth." He's pissing me off. Should I just directly attack him or kill him slowly? He's being nuisance in my business ever since he borrowed a big pile of money to me. Going around telling people that I'm a dog who gives everything he wants. What a pathetic asshole, thinking someone will believe him when everyone who knows me and borrowed money to me know what it's like to have a business with Hellcy.

"They have a daycare. A real great one with computers and drawing tablets and teachers to help us with our schoolwork. It's awesome." "So you're a whore now?" Kobe spat. "A PA," I said, "an old friend runs the company." "There's only one way someone like you could get a job like that." "What's a whore?" Harry asked. "Your mother, your mother is a whore kid but don't worry your snotty little face over it. Daddy will be home soon and everything will go back to normal."

I share. “I can’t believe your father hasn’t passed over the title yet. What’s the hold up?” Drake says. “Well, there was this little thing, you might have heard about it, called a rejection?” I candidly say, he smiles laughing at my ability to joke about it, “yeah that happened, and he felt I needed some time to get over it before we moved forward after my eighteenth birthday,” I tell him. “So, he’s promised me in the coming months, he’ll move forward with the pass over. I feel ready for the role, and I want him and my mom to take some time to travel and see the world outside the Pack walls.”

Drake explained as he stood to his feet and started pacing around the room "I'm the one in pain, why are you the one pacing around?" I asked and Drake turned to glare at me "You think you're the only one this heat is affecting? I'm trying my best to stop my wolf from taking control and marking you by force" "He can do that?" I asked, taking two steps back. "Yes! So keep quiet and let me think of a way that would benefit both of us" Drake said as he continued to pace back and forwards to the point where my eyes started to hurt because I was trying to follow his movements