Drake Unforgettable Sample Novels & Stories

what's wrong with me? I was invited to a party... it'll be a perfect distraction from her. I entered into a frat... everyone was drunk there... some were passed out on the ground and some were grinding their body to hot chicks. I drank... I drank two bottles of vodka... but it didn't work... "Hey...Daniel...you are drunk again... I don't want to carry you again to your home " Kyle frowned. "No need to..." I snapped him and poured another glass. "But I will drop you..." Alex smirked.

Drake had placed a great deal of stock in the possibility of him meeting Kyra, but as soon as he heard the voice speak, he realized all at once that he had erred in his decision. The manipulative song as it played rocked the air, sending Drake's heart racing wildly and prompting him to track down the voice's whereabouts. Drake was on the verge of insanity when he experienced the song of manipulation because he invested so much desire in it, but all he is getting in return is dissatisfaction and boredom now.

It’s quiet for a beat, and then Esteban reaches over and wraps his hand around mine where it rests on my leg. “Well,” he says gently, “it’s our honor to help you experience all this. First on the list…”—he flips on the radio—“is Drake.” We spend the next three hours switching between his stations and what Kayla calls “the real music”—a 90s playlist. I love it all. We sing, we dance in our seats. I even learn a few of the choruses. It's the most fun I’ve ever had. The drive passes like a dream.

Who wouldn’t when everything you planned for was crumbling down? “What have you come up with?” I asked as I took a bite of the big steak my father placed on my plate. “Honestly?” Uncle Drake asked as his tired eyes fell on me. “We don’t exactly have a plan.” He runs his hand through his hair. Uncle Drake is a strong and smart Alpha, but he is not perfect. It was one of those things that I admire him for. Despite the chaos that he was in, leaving him with no clue or choice he never faltered. He will complain, he will admit if he doesn’t know but he will never give up. Never throw the towel and surrender.

"Simple, make Drake overdose himself with some drug. Take his phone and then get my parents phone number." "That's impossible, no one but he can unlock his phone." "Well, that I am well aware of, I think yeah, let him be teaching you something. During that process, he might fall asleep and then you will just take the phone and retrieve the number." "That is not as easy, Drake is a werewolf which means, no drug can make him fall asleep a few minutes after taking it." "Fuck this is more difficult than I thought. Since you are much closer to him, you can come up with something, can't you?"

She desperately needed a drink to numb the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume her. Picking up a pen and a piece of paper from the coffee table, Nysaa quickly scribbled a note. It was a brief message, letting Dr. Ruiz know that she was heading out for a drink. She signed it with a casual "xoxo" and left the note on the table. Locking the door behind her, Nysaa stepped out into the evening. With the weight of her problems heavy on her shoulders, Nysaa ventured out into the evening, in search of that temporary escape a drink might offer.

, Talia assured him, and she was confused when he took her hand in his and started leading the way closer to the trunk of the tree. Talia followed him obediently and her eyes widened when she saw a black marble rectangle-shaped stone with a curved top edge. It had engraved, 'In memory of loving parents, Jacob Blake and Violet Blake'. Drake stood a few steps in front of the gravestone and bowed his head. "Mom, Dad, this is Talia, my mate. She is wonderful, everything a Luna should be, and much more, but I messed up. If you are alive, I would ask you how to fix the mess I created." He exhaled audibly. "Actually, if you are alive, I would probably not make that mess in the first place."

As the song ended, Drake leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “I’ve never stopped loving you, Calla. And I’m not going to give up on us.” Calla’s heart fluttered in her chest. She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in ages, she allowed herself to hope. With a deep breath, she pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. Her voice was soft but steady. “I don’t know if I can trust you again, Drake, but tonight… tonight, I’m willing to try.” He smiled, warmth radiating from him. “That’s all I need, Calla. Just a chance.”

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

What was the point once you saw what the girl had to offer? It was mercenary of him, but Drake didn’t normally stop to think about other people’s feelings. Hell, if he did, he’d never have a show called FIND LOVE OR STRIP . Actually, most of the programming on his TV Channel would be a bust. And Drake liked money. He liked money a lot more than he liked most people. The assistant—Lawson—returned with his drink. Rob tasted it, grimaced at the strength of the tequila, and drank it anyway. “We hear anything from Brown Brooke yet?”