Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

I reassured him. "Yes, she will." Chase spoke with a dark tone. I never heard him so serious in my life. I had no idea what happened between them, and I didn't need to know. Kiera hurt my brother, my family, and no one gets away with hurting one of us. Drake growled at us both, then quickly turned to kneel on the ground to remove a hidden grate under leaves and brush. I knew he was angry our brother was hurt, but something deeper cut through him too. He was good at hiding his feelings, but he couldn't keep us out completely.

I say before I can stop myself. He laughs again, and this time it doesn't end with him bleeding. In fact, he even has the strength to get up and look at me. "I don't blame you for thinking that. Diamond really made sure that I won't try to hurt any of you again, and I have to say that he wins this round. I don't think I can try another plan to harm you. I don't think I can even move." I know that Drake sounds like he's making fun of his own situation but I can see the pain in his eyes. Pain that comes not only from his injuries but also from his heart.

He believed that he lived a happy life in the five years after that, but he was actually just deceived like a fool. Leta slumped onto the couch. Tears formed in her eyes and streamed down her face endlessly. Yet, all she could do was mutter regretfully, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" Unfortunately, her husband would never be able to hear that anymore. No—Harvey was no longer her husband.

His hands were still on my waist. And for the first time tonight— Drake wasn’t angry. Or hurting. Or drunk. He was scared. Scared of himself. Scared of losing control. Scared of going too far. Scared of hurting me again. And that fear told me everything: He cared. More than he ever wanted to admit. More than I ever expected. The night held its breath around us. And so did I.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

An evil grin crossed Drake’s face but was quickly wiped off when the sounds of sirens coming near caught everyone’s attention. Drake moved so fast that I could hardly see. He was now standing at the entrance of the club. The sirens were right outside now. The flashing red and blue lights were illuminating the surrounding buildings. The police? Fire Trucks? or both? Drake turned to me. “Willow, baby, I am sorry I hit you. I hate myself for it. I want you to know that I won’t stop until I remind you of how great we are together. You are everything to me.” He turned back toward Brax who looked like he was ready to rip the skin from Drake’s body, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. “As for yo

Drake ROARED in anger. Shit is not fixing to go well for this guy.

Drake had only one version, as the highest victim of the attack, Edward Crane was here for revenge, probably Annabelle had approached him intentionally in the first place, pain coursed through him, there was only one option right now, Capturing Edward Crane! Drake stood up suddenly, all his brothers got up on their feet at the same time as if sensing the danger of what he was about to do, Dickson, his father got up too and held his wrist. “Drake, I am sorry son, i will fix this, I started it, don’t get your hands dirty.” Drake busted into tears, one that he had been holding for a very long time, he had been trying to act strong but that moment he lost it. He was partly at fault for loving a

However, in trying to fix the past that Lora thought was a personal hell, he had crossed dangerous boundaries. Drake traveled to Los Angeles on the weekends. He was starting to make his way as an actor, despite being afraid of what that would mean. Being close to Jean would drive him away from Lora, and at some point or another Drake would have to make a choice. He also carried heavy trauma from the past, but he dealt with the feeling. His goals included emotional stability and sanity so maybe he could get close to someone and stay. - "Hi, babe. I know you're resting. I just wanted to know if you're okay without me. Take care" Drake left his third voicemail late Saturday night. She hadn't an

Drake was being tended to by his own pack members and I could see him watching Cain with an expression I couldn't quite read and I wondered if he was planning revenge or if he'd actually honor the challenge results. A car pulled up at the edge of the clearing and Jax jumped out and ran over to where Cain was sitting. "What the hell happened," Jax demanded. "You look like you got hit by a truck." "Drake was tougher than expected," Cain said. "But I won." "Barely," Ryder muttered. "A win is a win," Cain said and then winced as Doc Martin started cleaning the wound. "We need to get you back to the compound," Doc Martin said. "This needs proper treatment and you've lost a lot of blood."