Drake Parker の小説・ストーリー

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

About finally making things right—if that was even possible. With a deep, shuddering breath, Drake pressed the button. The camera began to record, the little red light blinking steadily, marking the beginning of a confession he had avoided for far too long. He leaned back in his chair, his body tense as he fought to compose himself. His face was carefully blank, but the raw emotion in his eyes betrayed the calm exterior he was trying to project. “Hi,” he began, his voice tight but unwavering, the tension in his throat audible. “This is Drake Maverick. And I’ve got something to say. No more lies. No more rumors. It’s time for the truth.”

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

Indeed, he is the object of affection for every young woman in this pack, possessing a robust physique, a strikingly handsome visage, and a pair of deep, expressive, hazel eyes that can enthrall any lady. Beyond his striking appearance, Drake's esteemed lineage sets him apart. He is the only son of Beta Morgan, ranking among the most powerful young wolves in our pack, second only to Marvin - the alpha Joan's sole heir. Not only do peers regard Drake with admiration, but elders in the pack also praise his genteel demeanor and courteous conduct - or, at least, that is the persona he presents. However, I alone know his true nature.

Drake pov : As soon as I reach my office and I immediately went into my secret room .I had made this room to keep a check on my enemies and rivals .when you are rich and successful its inevitable that u will have many rivals looking for a chance to pull you down .So I made this secret place where the best hackers and white hats work 24/7 observing and extracting data and information of other rivals . I blasted into the room ,Everyone where surprised . I shouted ,"so how is the work going did you track the location of the car number I asked you too ."

You are jealous, in the loudness of his voice, they heard Andrea and Tanya and Andrea laughed even more. I don’t understand why they laugh. Until Tanya spoke because they suddenly saw that I was serious. "Drake is my cousin and he is gay," she says. He is gay ... He is gay ... He is gay ... Tanya's words echoed in my ears over and over again.

Miren considers Dylan to be the most important person in her life, and she does not want anyone else to make an effort to intentionally hurt him. "Are you trying to scare me?" Drake didn't deny: "Yes." Drake is on the verge of losing his mind at this point because he can't stop thinking about Kyra Morraco and nothing else comes to mind. How could Drake take the news that the woman he had been desperately looking for had suddenly passed away? Won't all his years of hard work fall into the river? Drake tries to hide his feelings of helplessness and fear behind his anger, and he feels compelled to investigate everything that Miren has just said.

Time skips to one week Drake P.O.V My name is Drake Blackwell and yeah I am the mafia leader of Italy and Africa and also the founder of Blackwell industries. People know who I am and what I do for a living they fear and respect me well they should after all I am that kind of person you should not mess with. For the past one week I am on a killing spree. If he thinks that by killing my 10 men he can challenge me that he is wrong. The world which I rule runs on power there is no place of emotions in it . The weaker you are the lower the chances of your survival will be . That bloody bast*rd think that they can defy me and will escape. They don't know whom they are messing with. If they want

Drake’s voice had become softer at the end because that part of his life wasn't something he liked to talk about and only a few of his pack members knew exactly where he'd been and what he'd been doing. “Fucking Justin and his big mouth.” “So, Reese Willowby will become Mrs Madden in a weeks’ time and never know you saved her from Justic Michaels and his perverted ways,” Drake said evenly. “Yeah, listen, I’m heading back now but I’m thinking of making a detour. I need a fucking drink after last night.”

However, since she was pale earlier, her bashfulness was not obvious. Of course, Xander was not looking at her either. He was just looking coldly at the two people in front of him. These two people were members of a very powerful organization. Drake was considered the third-in-command there. He had a very disgusting fetish, where he loved being a hooligan and forcing women into going home with him, otherwise he would feel the experience lacking. So, he would get down and would capture the women himself. Previously, Xander had come across this and had already punished him severely. But he had forgotten his lesson.