Funny Pictures Of Drake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I snap taking the bite of food drake shoves in my face “Well come on, hes big and scary and hes like a little puppy around you, its a mindboggle” “Hes just a pussy, lilly basically wears his balls around her neck” Fiona snaps not looking up, drakes jaw drops and i couldnt help the giggle that escapes my lips, drake then turns his glare on me making me laugh even harder as the rest of the table try not to laugh Drake grabs my sides tickling me “Oh so thats how you feel too huh?”

I got in and we drove back to Drake's home. Hello everyone 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 What do you think is making Drake to act strange 🙄 There must be something up his sleeve, right?😏😏

said June. Drake just laughed.

Their eyes roamed across the room in search of them both. Drake listened to their conversation and a smile escaped his mouth. He wiggled out of her tight grip and escaped from the adjoining room. He walked briskly towards the peeping tom’s and put his tongue out to make fun of them. Then he turned around and pretended to fart on their faces. The door fully opened and they all fell one above the other. He showed his teeth and grinned. “You! You! You!!” Ernest uttered but couldn’t say anything more. “Go away, grandpa,” Drake said.

Pictures of Jessica in the incubator. Pictures of me at the office, tired but determined. Clips from board meetings where I stood alone at the head of the table. Photos of Drake in the hospital bed. Then one particular image stayed longer than the rest. Jessica’s tiny hand wrapped around both of ours. My throat tightened. I turned slowly. Drake was standing at the center of the stage. Not in his usual sharp business suit, but in a simple dark ensemble that made him look less like a CEO and more like a man about to risk his heart.

I was so happy yet I couldn't move from the spot I was standing on. Drake has grown into a handsome man.

Drake yelled back from his room with the sound of a whip sound. “I said get your ass down here now! We have a problem!” Drake left his room, leaving his door open. A young nude woman in a device with her hands and ankles strapped to an X device had many wounds on her body and a ball gag in her mouth. Drake went down the stairs and stared at his mother, who didn’t cover herself. “Mom, could you cover up, please? You’re embarrassing yourself.” Drake said, walking to the bar and pouring himself a drink.

I tell them, about to shut the door in their faces. Drake growls, his hand stopping the door and I give up letting them in. “We have come up with an idea?” Tate says, making me raise an eyebrow as I walk over to my bed. They both walk in looking around. Drake stopped and looked at some pictures on the wall of me and my sister. Giving me a chance to really look at them. They were actually pretty similar though Drake was a little more imposing, tall, dark and handsome. Drake had a five o’clock shadow. While Tate was clean shaven. Both had short hair but longer on the top. Drake plucked a photo off the wall and I watched as Tate walked over, looking over his shoulder at it.

Drake said as he stared at me waiting for my answer. It's not like we would be doing anything. He would just be holding me, and our clothes would be on, so I think it's quite reasonable for me. "Okay, but nothing else or I will kick you in the balls," I warned as I moved to the side for him to lay beside me "Cross my heart and hope to die I'd break my promise" Drake joked with a huge grin.on his face as he laid down on the bed beside me, "Come closer, don't worry I don't bite, unless you ask me to"

My entire body looks gory and I don’t know where the skin ends and where the blood starts. Drake looks extremely happy with his artwork as he kept looking at me over and over again. When he saw that I was already awake, he laughed at me and brought out something else. A butcher’s knife. Knives seem to be his speciality and he wasn't hesitating to use it. What does he plan to do with the butcher’s knife? Does he want to cut me up into pieces like they did to him?