Drake Walker Novels & Stories

' She thought inside her head. Drake brought all his clothes and threw them all on the floor. The pile kept increasing in size until it reached the height of Nyra's waist. Nyra is not short in any counts. Drake is 6.2 and Nyra is 5.8. If the pile reached her waist, then it's not just a small pile. It's huge. "Now they are dirty. Wash them, iron them and arrange them neatly exactly the way you found them a minute ago" he ordered her and left with a satisfied smirk on his face.

I call out, moving away from Drax who wouldn't let go off my hand. “To take a walk outside.Oh and yeah Drax, I hope your height helps you deal with those waiting outside the Mansion to know who killed their Alpha” That boy smirks before disappearing right before our eyes. “What the fuck” Drax muttered. “A kid just roasted you” Zion says, sounding amused to which Drax groans in annoyance. “For the record, that kid is a shadow walker that could very much snap my neck by just looking in my eyes and what were you doing all this time, quietly watching like a coward in the back”

"Can you speak softer, you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone." Drake laughs and says. "I don't care what other people think about it because all I want to do to you is forever in my mind." I slap his arm and say. "Stop talking. Focus on your food." I can't believe I got a mate that is sweet and caring to me. Drake is probably 1.74cm tall which makes me feel short since I am about 1.65cm. Drake is the type of guy that I could love forever because he is handsome, muscular and all the things that girls will describe him.

**** 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.

' "Tell me if the case is solved. maybe by then I had your item finished.'' 'You are such a talker. how fascinating! You can't even make Kianna fall for you using those words of yours.' ''Get lost, you bastard'' Drake ends his call and looks at his working bench. He picked up the wristwatch on the table after putting his gloves on. Sticking thin platinum in his pulse, he wears that watch and closes his eyes. Thinking of the words he wants to convert as text, the screen of the watch glows, and types the words he thinks of. Even if the only word he can type using his head is 'KIANA' with a misspelled outcome, he can't help but smile. After weeks of not sleeping, he finally sees a light in his

"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?"

Immediately he entered his house the person his eyes sets on was his friend James. James knows Drake as a werewolf, he was saved by Drake on the fateful day his bike ran into a speed-driving trailer. The guidelines of triple Ds are absolutely correct for your safety, I'm living proof, if it were not for Drake I would have been long dead by now, and I haven't for one day regretted a bit knowing him, do I say he is my saving Angel. If you have ever been drunk while driving you would understand how I feel, I almost is a shift of chances, I ran into a trailer because I was drunk and suddenly went into a sharp deep sleep on the starring,

As I do, he swings me up in his arms as we walk through a well-used path toward what sounds like running water. As we come to the clearing there is this stunning waterfall that has a beach like appearance as you can walk into the water. Without thinking about it, I release my legs from Drake’s hold and move closer to the water. This is the first time I have seen anything like this, and I want to dip my toes into the water. I am mesmerized. Drake removes his shoes, cuffing up his pants as he jogs to catch up to me.

He grabbed me in a hug and we slapped each other’s backs. Robert and I had met almost ten years ago when we were both students at The University of Chicago. We had become fast friends and we still socialized when our schedules allowed it. Nataly was looking at me with raised eyebrows because she wasn’t aware that I knew Robert. All of them knew a version of me. There wasn’t a person alive that knew the true me. “Walker Brown,” the man next to Nataly introduced himself. He handled offshore bank accounts and investments. I knew exactly who he was as I did with every other person in the room. I had studied the guest list, then put faces to the names and biographies to the faces.

I was a bad guy for taking advantage of his kindness. Thanks to Drake's kind care, I have a robust self-healing body and have recovered a lot in less than a week. I can sit up and walk like an average person. At this point, I just told my intentions to Drake. Of course, we don't talk in public. I asked Drake to go for a walk on the hospital grounds. It's now nine o'clock in the evening, so there's very little traffic here. "I want to go to werewolf territory. Joshua accidentally revealed to me his plots; I want to stop those plots and prevent war from happening." I say.