Drakes Bible Novels & Stories

I even wonder why I'm standing there, in front of a beautiful woman, telling all my filthy secrets. But it works for my friend Drake, so maybe it works for me. I see his evolution, how much he enjoys the weekly therapy sessions, and I think that at some point I will evolve too. Yes, as if by magic. I hope to transcend, forget about my past, solve my problems coldly, deal with my troubled head and, all of a sudden, be healed. That's what I hope, but I know things don't work out that way, not even in the miraculous doctor's offices. For Drake, therapy is a religion. He evolves so much, and so well, that it makes me believe in this story that a doctor can make me overcome the past. But honestly

“ I am sorry Master Lugard Reynolds , but I'm tired of doing this evil you forced me to partake in . I have choosed a new path . I warned you severally but you threatened to end my life , i wouldn't deny your unwavering care and love as a Master will give to a follower . I don't want to serve you anymore . I wish you the very best Master Lugard Reynolds . ” Drake says dropping a crucifix necklace in his master's palm before the cops handcuffed the taken aback Lugard Reynolds . “ Drake are you doing this because of him ? ” Lugard asks referring to Ryan whose gazed was fixed on him . “ Or did that she-devil lure you ? ” Lugard asks further glaring pointedly at Stomata who smirked . Her smiles

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

Leah explained to him, hoping that her explaination would help him to cooperate. Drake looked like he was under a spell and he just looked passed Jim and Leah and didn't repond. Jim jumped in the cell and sat next to Drake, "Hey man, are you ok? Do you need to go to the hospital? You do not look good." Drake just put his hands over his face and started to cry. He was so lost and just wanted everything to end so there would be no more pain. No more pain. He just wanted it to end.

"On behalf of Priscus, myself, victims of the wars, and any other person who has suffered at your hands, I send you to Hell!" "No, no, Verus!" Drake said, raising his hands in protection like the coward that he was. "You can't do this! I created you!" "No," Verus said, shaking his head. "God created me! Now I'm sending you back to him! But I have a feeling he doesn't want you, so I'm sending you to the devil! Have fun, Titus ... in Hell!" And with that, Verus brought the knife down hard into Drake's chest, and then twisted, as blood poured from his mouth. Soon, his eyes became fixed.

he asked, trying to break the silence. Drake's gaze snapped back to the present, his smile growing wider and quite chilly. "Yes, there's one thing. Find out everything you can about her. I want to know everything." The man nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "I'll get right on it, Alpha." " Diane, your little devil would soon be mine!" Drake muttered, clenching his fist tightly. Then he turned towards Brutus. " Get me the sacred bloody letter. I have a little gift for Xander."

GAMMA DRAKE. “I’m younger than Lexi, too. Don’t forget that. But maturity is not age. It’s how we live and think. And I am 100% sure you are more mature at 18 than I was before I married Lexi. Now, if it were Dustin beside me, I would think the opposite. But it’s you, Drake. So I think the Goddess knew what she was doing when she mated you to a female six years older than you.”

He goes into a relaxed stance but it's still stiff as a board. Drake looks at my bloody towel. "Please tell me you got something." I leaned against a bookshelf across from Drake's desk and cross my feet, still wiping my fingers. "Oh, I got something, but you're not going to like it." Drake leans back in his chair and rubs his forehead. "Report." He sighed. I put my hands down on the bookshelf. "It's the Dragons. Specifically, Karver." I glance between Drake and River.

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.