Drake Zesty Pictures Novels & Stories

Suddenly, everyone's attention was diverted to the entrance. It was him. Drake. The word 'Handsome' wasn't enough to describe how he looked tonight. If there was another word for me to describe him with, I would describe him. He was looking extra good. He is wearing ripped jeans and a white plain shirt with his white sneakers. Looking so fine. I didn't know when I started drooling over him. I couldn't stop looking at his face either. His tattoos and the multiple rings on his fingers stood out. He looked just like a Playboy but suit him well.

"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.

Drake started to take off his clothes, and one by one, he tossed them gently on the single couch on the side. Emily’s eyes widened as she could see how perfect his body was. She was lost for words to describe his perfection. But like those men she used to see in the magazine from the metropolis, the center of their state, Drake got all the perfect biceps. Her eyes went to his hands as he took off his belt and pants. She can’t help but curse inside her head. ‘Damn those charming veins.’ She knew that it could crush her into pieces. “Undress,” he commanded.

Drake put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "And then we came up with the engagement thingy. Which was hard by the way." Zephyra said that made everyone laugh. "If you only knew how hard it is for Adrian to stop himself from punching Drake." She added. My eyes widened and looked at Adrian who's laughing. "Anyways, we're so happy for both of you. Stay strong!" Drake's parents were thrilled. My face was mixed with tomato color when they started teasing. Why do the parents seem to be more teenagers with us?!

Drake was waiting. He stood on the threshold, backlit by the soft, controlled lighting of the house’s interior. He was still in his tuxedo, but the jacket was gone, the tie yanked loose, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing a sliver of that powerful, scarred chest. He looked less like a corporate titan and more like a captured beast. The moment the car door closed, muffling the sound, his eyes locked onto mine. There was no greeting. No small talk. Only raw, concentrated possession.

Drake let an evil smirked while showing his scratched arm, “my hands are perfectly fine and the one who will die here is you!” After looking at Drake’s hand, Zack panicked, ‘my… my… mother’s poison is not working? WHY?’ Aware that he couldn’t win, Zack decided to flee. Zack Violet ran quickly toward the front gate toward the entrance gate of Silvermoon mansion, while his men prevented Drake from proceeding. But Drake saw it and responded quickly. He jumped over Violet's men and landed just right in front of Zack. He then grabbed Zack’s collar with his left hand, “I’ll ask you again and this will be your last chance, where is Noah?” Drake roared, made Zack Violet pissed on his pants.

It was clear he wasn't interested in her, but she just wanted to give it her best shot, so she pretended not to notice the discomfort and soon they were sitting opposite each other. Drake was in a white long sleeve shirt and a suit trouser. He had pulled his jacket, since he got to his office. His hair style was different this time, as the ones at the center were gelled back, leaving his mesmerizing feature more obvious. Sarah has a short yellow sleeveless gown on. It was barely down to her knees and tightened around her body, bringing out her well sculpted shape. Her cleavage is out for display, looking smooth and milky white.

Seriously how many underlings does he have? "Clyde, we'll take care of Zack's disciples. All you have to do is take Sophie from Zack! I know you can do that! I trust you! We trust you! So now go!" said Drake as he threw fireballs and earth balls at his opponents. Fire and Earth is Drake's power because he is a prince of the Royal Kingdom so his power is two elements. I just nodded at her. I need to get Sophie back. I immediately threw shurikens and kunai in Zack's direction but he dodged all of that. F*ck! "Is that all you've got? I'm so disappointed. I'm expecting more from you because Sophie chose you and she loved you! You're no better than me" he says and you can see on his face the ange

“She couldn’t have. We burned it.” Drake scoffed. “You're willing to bet our entire network on a guess?” Donatello’s eyes sharpened. “I’m not guessing. But, let’s make sure. Send someone inside. A face they won’t suspect.” Drake’s smirk returned. “I know just the one.” His smirk curled like a snake preparing to strike. He reached into the inner pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a photograph. It was slightly bent at the edges, but the face it showed was pristine—doe-eyed, olive skin, soft features wrapped in warmth.