Hey Big Body Drake Novels & Stories

She then noticed the big man had his eyes on her and she looked at him. The big man spoke “What’s your name?” Leanunya spoke “Nuluna, and yours?” The big man spoke “I’m Drake, what brings you out here? With a kid no less” Leanunya spoke even as she noticed the others looking over at her “I’m the kids trainer. We were training in the forests and now I’m returning him home to his father in Rynion” she mostly told the truth even as she watched their reactions.

My heart is beating rapidly. And that's when I realize it even more. That I really like him. "The deal is crazy," Drake says on the phone. I flop myself on the couch in my living room as I listen to him tattling about his work. "I mean, it literally makes billions of dollars in such a short period of time." I laugh, taking into account how he sounds so excited. Billions of dollars? That doesn't sound strange in the oil industry he's working at. "You sound happy," I say, smiling.

Because those were the two things that Drake needed right now. Drake was grumpy for the most part of his physical treatment. And after several months of no improvement, he stopped the physical treatment but proceeded on training his reflexes and upper body. He also requested a personalized wheelchair that can easily move. And just like Calvin, he began studying business as well. He told us his goal of making Purple Hill the richest pack and most open pack in the South region. And everyone agreed on it.

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

Drake paces up and down the main room of the packhouse. It looks like he’s barely containing himself. The mighty and muscle packed body of his makes the huge room look tiny and way too tight right now. I can watch each and every strained muscle flex on his body as he makes the room his own.

A week later I had a sports wheelchair, a helmet and elbow pads and I was at the skate park with dad, Jacob and Drake helping me. If Drake was a gay or even bisexual, I would so totally try to date him. He's very sexy and I'm saying that in a strict observation. Drake's 6 feet 3 inches tall, short dark brown hair that is styled into a quaff and he has captivating blue-gray eyes and he has such a beautiful natural tan. He has such a cheerful personality but don't piss him off because he can be scary when he's angry. Entering the classroom, we head to our seats in the far back. Sitting down we pull out our books and supplies sitting them down on the table in front of us.

I flinch and back away as if I've been burned. "Damn it! "He says. I turn my head and see Drake, he looks upset, lost, so fragile. At that very moment, it looks like a mask has fallen off, he looks human for the first time since I met him. I can almost see some vulnerability. He looks at me and says nothing. Sitting on the floor hurts like hell, he comes over to me and hugs me. Then he carries me and takes me to the bathroom, turns on the faucet and lets the water run over us. He holds me close to him. I don't dare to speak and anyway what would I have to say. When his hands land on my buttocks, I shiver with pain. He whistles through his teeth and reduces the pressure of his hands on my bod

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

He immediately took off his foul smelling coat and threw it into the dirty laundry basket, then went to take a shower. Fifteen minutes later, Drake was finished showering. He wrapped a towel around his waist. His upper body was still slightly wet and water from his hair was still dripping down his perfectly muscular body. June slowly opened her eyes, but she could only see vaguely. His head still felt very dizzy. He saw the muscular, burly body glistening in the light. There are scars and scratches on several parts of that beautiful body. Whose body? June couldn't bear to think about it.

He scrubbed himself clean in record time, dressed in a white shirt, tucked into black pants that had faded with too many washes, and pulled his old backpack onto his shoulder. It was his first day at Brian’s Academy. And he had to survive. ** California mornings were brisk this time of year. Drake walked down the busy sidewalks, head lowered but eyes scanning everything. His sneakers were old, but clean. He kept his steps light, not wanting to be noticed. Then he saw it, on a massive LED billboard above a department store: “We love you, Miguel!” Miguel Sanchez. Golden boy. Pop star. Brian’s Academy’s crown jewel. Drake couldn’t help but smile broadly, pausing for a split second. The billboar