Drew Starkey Wattpad Novels & Stories

I walked past like I owned the place—easy. Inside, the music was loud, bass thumping through the floor. I spotted Drew at the bar with some omega grinding their bodies on him not knowing he has a fated mate, leaning back like he was waiting for me. “Finally showing up,” he said, pulling himself from them, smirking. “Still sober? That omega of yours must’ve really left you shook.”

In the worst-case scenario, to appease Black Wood Pack's anger, I would be dragged to the altar, and my blood would be used to preserve the fragile peace. That was when my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out. I received two notifications. One of them was for Lisa's new post. "Thank you, Drew. I knew that in your heart, I'll always matter more than others." I blocked her immediately. The other notification was a message. "Stone Crown Pack, top floor. I'll wait for you for an hour." There was still plenty of time. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Memories of my past with Drew surfaced in my mind.

Even in the dark, I could make out its shape, and the interrupted light streaming in from the gap below it told me that Joy was waiting for my reply on the other side. Forcing a smile, as though she would see it, I called out to her, “I’ll take a nap first!” Everything will be alright after a nap, we used to say. “That’s my girl! I’ll see you tonight. Dinner. Don’t bail on me.” And she left. I turned back to the only source of illumination in the darkness—my phone screen. AS OF TODAY, 11 JAN, YOU WILL NO LONGER BE THE STAFF OF B.A.D.. APPRECIATE ALL THE HARD WORK THUS FAR. YOU WILL BE DULY COMPENSATED.

“Who the hell is this?” Drew brushed himself off, glaring. “The one and only Starbucks diva, Drew O’Connor. And if you ever shove me again, I’ll kick your balls so high you’ll be singing soprano.” The room went silent. Damien froze. I gawked. And Drew just smirked. Why did meeting the best friend always turn into chaos?

Drew stayed after she left, climbing to the top to see what she’d written: “It’s the first time I’ve admitted it. Thank you for the space.” No name. No details. Just that. Drew traced the words with his fingertips before carefully placing the page back on the shelf. It felt like tending to a fragile seedling, one he hadn’t planted but was honored to witness growing. Weeks passed, and Drew noticed how the staircase began collecting offerings—pressed flowers, tiny stones painted with single words, feathers, and even a small jar filled with notes folded into tiny triangles.

I say “You feel something is off?” Drew asks and I roll my eyes. Drew has good days and bad ones and today, his brain is wired like a 12-year-old’s. “So you think she was just abducted for a few hours and returned without a scratch for no reason?” I calmly asked and he made a sound of understanding. Drew rushes off to the kitchen the moment we're back, muttering about needing food and missing Stella. He probably feels guilty about Bobby. Drew isn't as cold as he likes to pretend. At least not to people he has spent enough time with and learnt to trust.

Drew's POV I can't believe it I have a new mate, a second chance at happiness, I sit and stare down at the beautiful creature that is my second chance mate, she's so beautiful words can't begin to describe her delicate features. I'm sure I probably look like a stalker staring at her while she's asleep but that's okay I don't care about anything else right now, I will give her all of me and love her unconditionally { Charity }

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Drew ran through the corridor, making his way quickly to the library. He hoped the professor was around. Drew had received a phone call from his family. The Centaurs had captured a live Half-Myth Hunter. Drew felt himself smile. The amount of pain the Hunter was going to go through now that he had been caught by the protective and angry Centaur Clan was not going to be slight. Drew caught sight of Abel’s tall frame stood next to a pretty girl with pretty blond hair.

Did he know that I had plans to get rid of him and destroy the empire he worked so hard for? I had no use for it, after all. And I hated it, because it was the very same empire that broke down my life and took everything from me. “Su nombre es Drew, ¿no?” he cocked an eyebrow, and I crossed my leg over the other. “Lidiar con eso, you know I’m too old for such nonsense.” [His name is Drew, isn’t it? ... Deal with it. “You think so? You seem to have so much health lately,” I teased. I ignored the urgency to bolt into that shed before Zia woke up. How did he even catch him?