Drake Unforgettable Sample Novels & Stories

he says. Drake helps me with my jacket and before long we are on our way to another destination. It took us a bit of time on the backroads to find the spot. Drake shuts the car off, “This is one of my favourite spots when I can’t get to a real beach,” he shares with me. He reminded me that my scent is of the ocean, one of his favourite places to be. As we come to a parking area, he tells me to slip my shoes off. As I do, he swings me up in his arms as we walk through a well-used path toward what sounds like running water.

The opening beat dropped, unmistakable and smooth. Drake. “Take Care.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re starting with Drake? Bold.” “I’m setting the mood.” “For what? A dance battle?” “For you to be impressed,” she said, tapping the dashboard like it was a microphone. The first verse began, and Lena dove in headfirst, singing along—bold, confident, and entirely off on several lyrics. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “You’ve been… what’s he say? Dodging bullets from your broken past?” she sang, before trailing off and mumbling something completely wrong.

I started singing along to the song with a smile. "Got me singing that I need you desperately There's no reason that you gotta question me It's a fact that I want you in my life No matter what your an angel to me." I put my hand on his subtle as I sang and saw the little smile on his face as he watched me.

Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, till the walls give in, yeah Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, I don't wanna say, babe Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen It was like I was radiating from inside out.I was up in flames because of Drake's.I was like a house on fire which wanted to keep burning.Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and I don't know if I freaked out or it was my defensive mechanism doing his job overtime.The glass flew out of my hand and wine splattered all over him.

Silently drake drove the car without saying a word, sitting calmly as l held unto my sit belt,in the middle of the road he stopped the car,l turned towards him in confusion, To pick someone he said as looking away,just then sophie sppeared,her red dress held tightly unto her showing her skinny body, we are moving my mom's grave,why drag someone along who is uncompletely related,my heart ache in pain as he smiled passionately at hers, giving her a sign to enter into the car, heart broken l couldn't find words to say, hiding my pain l smiled waving it off, I cried as l held a jar of my mom's ashes, standing right in front of her grave witg drake and Sophie behind me, mom your child is here to

My mom looked at me with a weird expression. "Did you not hear what your dad said ? Go and pack your stuff" She yelled at me and I went to my room and started to pack my belongings. I don't understand why are they so afraid of Dean. Anyway, there was nothing much to pack as I didn't have many dresses or shoes. I just had a few nice dresses and the rest are my mom's old clothes. I couldn't complain as the financial condition of my family is not good anyway. I put on a white top, jeans and brown boots following with a long brown coat which was gifted by my best friend 'Clara'. I miss her a lot as after finishing high school we couldn't meet often. We could only reunite when she came to my hous

laying on his back, his mind drifted to Cynthia and wondered what she was doing this early morning, was she washing up already or was she still getting her beauty sleep, he wondered but then realised what was happening and immediately buried his head beneath his pillow, he badly needed to get her out his system, he groaned subtly and am idea struck him, Drake stood up immediately, 'maybe what made her unforgettable was the fact that we did it in my house and not a hotel or a club', he smirked in his thoughts and reached his long hands for the phone on the bedside table and made a call. He had to have fun, he thought.

Feels like due to all this I am breaking down. I scream inside and shout, Feels like I’ll never be able to let it out. I promise myself long emotions that I can keep, Feels like I should hug a wall, Bleed out my heart and weep. Life like this is really tough, Feels like I won’t take it anymore, It’s already more than enough. I need a space to breathe And have a little fun, Feels like someday I’ll break these chains, And far away I’ll run. ... ‘Congratulations to the team ‘Shadow’, for your win at Udaipur. How does it feel?’ the interviewer asked.

"Ignore him. Let’s dance." I took the shot, the liquid fire hitting the back of my throat. I didn't care about Julian, or Victoria, or the missing lace. I didn't care that Harrison was currently driving back with cognac, or that Mrs. Grant was likely planning my downfall in a hotel ballroom miles away. The music swelled, the lights spun, and I leaned into Ethan, the alcohol finally numbing the fear. I drank until the floor felt like water and the ceiling felt like the sky. For this one night, the fugitive was dead, and the girl was finally, dangerously alive.