Drake Zesty Pictures Novels & Stories

I remember Drake telling me earlier that he stored the remaining keys in the household somewhere in his room. I head to his room and step into it. If I’m not mistaken, he told me that he kept the keys inside his desk drawer. I approach it and stop when something on his desk catches my attention. There are two photo frames standing on his desk. One is our family photo when we spent our holiday in Switzerland. And the other one is him with his football teammates, all wearing their football uniforms and gear, except the helmets. It looks like they just won the game because Drake was holding the trophy. In that picture, I see Prince standing beside him with a smirk on his face, and my heart beat

Evelyn was always surprised, even though Drake is sick he is the biggest clean freak she has ever seen, he bathes thrice in a day, and he always styles his hair. Sometimes she always gets swayed by his manly and handsome look, she was happy at least she was waking up everyday to see a handsome man, lol. Evelyn is dressed in a high waist black Dior pant and a pink crop top, her hair was curled. Her black heel matches perfectly and her leg chain makes her more beautiful, her beautiful cleavage came out perfectly. Drake Valentino also came out, his dress left Evelyn drooling, he is cladded in a black shirt that revealed his stone muscle and his six packs stood corporately in the black shirt.

Over my dead body! "I still have all the dick pics that you suddenly sent me in the middle of the night! Are you going to force me to release them online?" Drake got furious at being exposed, and perhaps a little terrified as well. He soon got into a huge physical fight with Stella, clawing at her face and drawing blood in an extremely gruesome manner. And with that, they put on a wonderful dog-eat-dog show right before my eyes. However, I couldn't feel the least bit disturbed about the scene and kept my calm all throughout. I couldn't even feel a ripple of emotion anywhere.

His abs were something to drool over, and he had a casual swag that was just down to earth. Drake, on the other hand, was a very confident, talkative fellow. He was as tall as Takey, and he was well-built. He was a redhead with hazel eyes. He also had dimples and curly hair, which was surprisingly shiny. He preferred to wear a suit rather than casual clothes, but because I mocked him most of the time when he had a suit on, he wore casual clothes whenever he was going to meet with me. He was a fan of sports and surprisingly avoided being a part of noisy groups, even though he was as loud as hell. "Hey, your phone is ringing," Takey whispered softly.

I was so happy yet I couldn't move from the spot I was standing on. Drake has grown into a handsome man.

He moved back as Sicily walked in and reached out to brush a leaf off of her arm. "Oh damn! You did ask me to pick that up." She turned as the door behind her opened. Drake. "Pick what up? Need me to go grab something for you guys? I don't have to be at the gym for a while." He slid his hand over his stomach, his movements accentuating the eight pack that lay beneath the tight t-shirt. The man had to be the most beautiful thing in all of Maine. His dark hair begged for someone's fingers to run through it over and over again. His eyes were almost black, his skin beautifully tanned and his personality that of an alpha male with world dominance in mind.

It sucks! "Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Drake. June didn't answer, her eyes widened even more. "Don't stare at me too long, you'll fall in love," said Drake with a crooked smile. June rolled her eyes. It turns out that apart from being arrogant and bossy, Drake is also a narcissist. June snorted and then turned her gaze to the soup in front of her. He could hear Drake chuckling softly. June finished a bowl of unsalted soup, complete with toast, but she was still hungry.

I gave her a curt nod. Yeah. Zack was a billionaire but it didn't really show since he always opted to wear simple clothes. He did not forget his humble beginnings. At first glance, you would think that he was some employee of his grocery store, but when he just wore something decent, he was handsome too. And smoking hot according to Christina. My gaze shifted to Drake. He was not saying anything. And I did not want to think that he was scared of Christina. Good for him for leaving me alone to answer.

Andre’s smile was static as he replied, “then, surprise.” The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but before it could escalate, a familiar scent wrapped around me…oud, with an undercurrent of something wild. Drake. He stood at the rope of the huge grand staircase and locked his grey eyes onto mine. Dressed in black from head to toe, he looked every inch the ruthless Alpha—but the shadows under his eyes betrayed his anxiety. Our gazes flashed, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just us…the memory of his hands in my hair, his teeth on my lip, the way he had growled ‘this is not over’ like a vow.

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