Draken And Mikey Novels & Stories

Drake commanded Mike. "What about the Queen?" Mike asked, I could sense the hesitation in his voice. "I'll handle her.. I'm sure she won't be able to do anything once Scarlett is back to the Pack.." Drake explained. Mike nodded and told me to follow him.I did not say anything and just followed him.On our way, I could not help but feel bad for Mike.. It's not his fault that I already chose Lucian as my mate, it's wierd enough to discover having two mates.I chose to not think about it for now.But still the question keeps lingering in my head.

It was six in the morning and I felt better than I had in the last forty-eight hours. After going to the bathroom and washing my face and hands, I headed back to the truck. Getting in the back again, I pulled out some snacks from the Walmart bags that were back here with me. Groaning that I didn’t get anything to drink. I see Mika and Drac come out with drinks. I saw that Drac had a pepsi and a mountain dew and Mika had a mountain dew. Drac opened the back door and handed me a cold mountain dew.” “Thanks!” I said as I downed half the bottle and sighed with content. The guys got back into the front seat but Mika was driving this time as Drac was tired. “Drac? You want to sleep back here?”

Madchen was in awe, she had never seen such a beautiful sight, and her eyes lit up with wonder. An arm wrapped around her waist, and she looked up to see Drago peering over her shoulder. His long black hair was slicked back with a leather strap at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed in a green t-shirt and khaki shorts. “Do you like it here?” he asked her? “It’s beautiful,” Madchen was entranced by the tropical beauty of the Keys. “Not as beautiful as you,” “HuH” Drago grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

He grabs Mick’s right arm—the one that touched me. He twists. CRACK. The sound is sickening. Like a dry branch snapping in winter. Mick’s scream is high and thin, piercing the small room. Drakon releases him. Mick drops to the floor, cradling his ruined arm, whimpering like a kicked dog. "Get out." Drakon’s voice is gravel grinding on glass. Low. lethal. "My arm! You broke my—" Drakon takes a step forward. His boot draws back. Mick scrambles backward, sliding on the broken glass, blood dripping from his nose. He doesn't stand up. He crawls. He scrambles past me, terrified eyes wide and white, and throws himself out into the hallway.

I told him wanting him to know that I really didn’t mean for him to get hurt. The man chuckled before he said, “You have some mad skills, Luna Willow. By the way my name is Drake.” “It is nice to meet you, Drake.” I told him as I gave him a smile. “I’m Kenny and I was luckily not on patrol duty last night to get my ass handed to me by a she wolf.” Kenny said to me as he teased Drake. “Dude, she is a Luna and a hybrid. She would have kicked your ass too. You should have seen her.” Drake tells Kenny and I begin to laugh as Drake becomes all defensive retelling the story how I took out four of their patrol men.

Drake tugged at his tie, irritated about Fermin's lack of respect. "What about McKinney Group?" "I heard Mr. McKinney is attending tonight." "Tracy knows what's good for him." In Seamar City, Tracy was a mysterious figure. Recently, there had been rumors that the McKinney Group was owned by Michael. Drake had looked into Michael's background and confirmed that the rumors were false. He was confident that Tracy wouldn't dare reject his invitation. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Sir, they're here." "Fermin?"

Looking at James, he slowly spilled out some words, “Master Drake, there’s one thing about Young Master Drake that I’m not sure if I should report.” Looking at Spectre Face’s hesitant expression, James’s heart suddenly felt uneasy. He permitted, with his brows furrowed, “Spill it!” “I’ve heard that Young Master Drake has been visiting some entertainment centers lately and that he’s been mingling with a friend of Michael Wilson. That friend is a young master from a third-class family, and he’s got a stinky reputation.”

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Jackson spat at the Bloodrayne spokeswolf. “We can discuss that when you meet my father,” Misha replied fawningly. “Fa– are you…Misha Drakin?” Jackon asked hesitantly. “It knows my name! I am flattered!” Misha exclaimed lightly. “Don’t be. Many know your name, Master Drakin,” Jackson replied coolly. “I like how you say that, nameless one,” Misha droned, “I think I might keep you,” he continued in the same tone, winking at Jackson.

Slowly, I looked toward the private VIP section positioned above the main floor and there they were. The Castellano brothers. My breath caught because even from a distance, they commanded attention effortlessly. Diavolo entered first... confident, charming and smiling like the world belonged to him. Draven followed, appearing almost relaxed despite the armed guards surrounding them. Daemon looked exactly as intimidating as the intelligence reports described... dangerous, violent, unpredictable. Then finally... Draco. The room seemed to shift around him or perhaps that was just my imagination. His expression remained composed as he walked toward the private glass-walled VIP suite overlooking