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She barely breathed, yet she stared at me as if she could not believe what she saw. "Jordan…" A voice came from far away, still and even, like water at the bottom of a well. "Jordan Wilford. Your debts in this life are settled. The wheel turns again for you. Go on. Be happy in the next one." I looked at Winona reaching toward me with everything she had left. I turned and stepped into the current without hesitation. —The End

“Use your words, Lana.” “Yes. I’m okay,” I replied and he hummed then started the bike. My body came alive at how loud it sounded. I tightened my hold around his waist and shut my eyes, ready for the adrenaline. “Where are you two going?” I opened my eyes at the sound of the voice— Drake! I hesitated for a few seconds before turning my head in his direction. He was standing, dressed up as if he was heading out and on his face was some type of discomfort.

The atmosphere was relaxed and warm. Later in the evening, the music shifted to something more upbeat. Guests gathered around a large bonfire, the flames casting a golden glow across everyone's faces. I loved the setup. They played so many songs I knew, and before long I was singing along and dancing with Grace near the fire. I'm not one for taking pictures and recording everything. I like enjoying the moments that come by. However, Grace loved keeping memories. She took so many videos, especially when I was shamelessly embarrassing myself and singing off-key. I didn't mind at all, and quite frankly, by the third bottle of wine I didn't care for much. I was fairly certain I was singing even

Drake attempted to protest, "But, I am not... How could? I am the king!" My patience wore thin, and with a swift motion, I slapped him across the face, a surge of anger filling my voice, "I swear to god! If you do not do it, I will make them fuck your ass now!" Everything was going according to my plan. I observed tears welling up in Drew's eyes, and Drake's hatred for me was growing. Perhaps he realized the torment he had inflicted on Daliah, the one he claimed to love. The irony of it all was almost laughable.

Drake's P.O.V. I yawned loudly as I woke up from sleep, I looked at my wristwatch and it was already evening. I stood up to continue with what I was working on when a call from the alpha came in. I walked towards the table where my phone was and picked up the phone and answered the call. "Where are you?" He asked. "Somewhere unknown", I replied. "Get your ass back to the organization, we have things to work on", he replied and hung up. Fear gripped me, "Hope nothing serious has been done?". I took off my work clothes and walked towards the bathroom to have my bath, I turned on the shower and remained there for fifteen minutes, before I came out. I grabbed the towel close to me and d

Realizing that Roman was serious about his baby. Drake sat on the edge of their bed and pulled her into his lap. "I'm so glad that asshole was a bad date. If not, we might never have met." He kissed her passionately. "I love you.' THE END ***********************************************************************************************

Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, till the walls give in, yeah Love me, to the beat of a drum, to the beat of a drum, yeah Love me, I don't wanna say, babe Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen It was like I was radiating from inside out.I was up in flames because of Drake's.I was like a house on fire which wanted to keep burning.Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and I don't know if I freaked out or it was my defensive mechanism doing his job overtime.The glass flew out of my hand and wine splattered all over him.

Drake murmured, his voice full of sincerity, "as long as I'm with you, it will feel like home." Silence fell between them as they contemplated their future, hearts beating in sync as they envisioned the life they would forge together. They had faced unthinkable challenges, yet emerged stronger and more united than ever before. Now, with the world at their feet and love burning bright within their souls, there was no doubt in either of their minds that they were destined for greatness. "Drake, promise me something," Lyra whispered, her voice tremulous with emotion. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll never lose sight of this feeling – this unyielding love and hope that binds us tog

he said and sighed, looking her up and down. As the classroom cleared Drake and his gang approached. He sang a song under his breath, getting louder as he approached the table. "Cowards are golden, cowards are golden. Cowards are golden, cowards are gold-e-e-e-en." The lyrics must have had special meaning because Aaron’s face transformed from smug to angry in a matter of seconds. His hand, once flat on the table, curled into a fist. "Cowards are golden, I know the words hurt. Bones we can fix and lessons we'll learn," Drake sang.

Drake “Open the door now Grey“. I said. Grey took a deep breath ans obeyed By the time the Grandmother stepped into the light of the room, the world was back in its place. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my shirt straightened, my hands resting calmly on my knees. The blood was gone. The shredded desk was hidden by the shadows. I looked like a man who had just woken from a peaceful nap, not a beast who had just been fighting his own bones.