Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

“Sounds precisely like Harmony” Drake started the car.. Nick turned to him just before he could drive out. “What?” Drake asked him. “Are you not meant to be at practice now?” Drake stopped for a minute before responding. “No”, “not today”. “Why not?” Peter asked. Drake let out a hushed breath. “Practice got cut short today”. “What happened?” He asked. Drake was silent for a moment, then he took a deep breath. “I got into a brawl”. “With who?” Peter asked.

Drake cried and sobbed for dear life, begging them to stop torturing him. Drake's eyes grew hot with hate when our eyes met. I took back my earlier words. He deserved all the pain he was getting for causing me so much misery. "I don't have all day. Speak now before I pierce your eye with this fork and burst it like two balloons," Seven growled at him. "Don't worry, baby girl," Dani whispered to me. "Perhaps when his right eye hangs limply against his cheek, it will make him talk." Drake shivered on the floor and cried out when another guy's fingers found his throat and squeezed. His face turned purple under the relentless assault, and his mouth cried out for air.

“How did your dad die?” “He was betrayed.” Drake shares, taking a sip of his beer. “He stood up for what he believed in, and got stabbed in the back by the person he trusted most in the world.” I reach over and squeeze his hand. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks,” Drake smiles sadly, returning my affection. “One day I’ll make it right, until then I’m just glad to have such an amazing step father.” I start to return his smile, but at that moment warm wet heat floods my lap, and I look down at my drenched lap in horror. Drake jumps to his feet, “What’s wrong.”

And so far, things weren’t looking so good. Drake was full blown angry and wanted to teach me a lesson for causing his daughter such shame but Liam, his now current partner for his new deal, had absolutely refused to let him hurt me. Claiming I was his cousin no matter what and I had kids, as such they could take everything but leave me without a scratch! That argument right there, tied Drake’s hands and legs. He couldn’t possibly anger Liam and risk losing their deal and so, “Leave him then!” he yelled out, glaring daggers at a surprised Charlotte.

As he sees me trying to make another step and sweats are running in my forehead “I want to push harder Bryan” my hands were tired from the pressure I am putting in just to make another step forward but this time, I lose my grip and fell on my knee. There’s a quick soft hand that grabs me before I hit the ground face forward. “I got you” she’s fast as always “Slow down Harold, we don’t want to add trauma to your bone” he sounded so displeased so I listen and sit back. Kierra gestured to walk out of the picture “Thanks to you Kierra” and he winks at her while she just nod.

There was something about him that pulled me to him like a magnet, yet the rest of me was screaming to run fast and far. As soon as I sat in the car, I instantly got my phone from my bag. The only thing that was on my mind was the porn star. I needed to search and find out whether Luis was right. Was he the porn star or Luis was lying?! I was proven wrong as soon as I googled him. He was him. ~Drake Hudson, (born May 14, 1988) is one of the hot male models who works in adult…..”, My mouth was open as I read every information about him. It was damn unbelievable and before I knew it, I was checking out his pics.

Said Drak. Drake hugged Natty and let Natty immerse her face into his chest. Drake will cover Natty from people as long as she can cry. There is no better cure for heartbreak than tears because tears make the heart more relieved and can release all the emotions that are still in agonizing and excruciating.

He asked a question that was so out of place, "Just do what you are doing, I'm not ready to speak to you just yet. My heart skipped. I quickly looked back down at his boots, my hands trembling as I adjusted the final strap. "I'm finished," I said, standing up and trying to step out of his reach. Drake stood up to his full height, looking imposing in his black racing suit. He ignored his friends' teasing as he grabbed his helmet. He looked at me and then swallowed. "You shouldn't have slept with Brendan, you know you shouldn't." He said as if this is what have been weighing on his mind ever since he heard about it.

"He destroyed his relationship with his pack, lost his inheritance, and he's dying from bond rejection. What more do you want from him?" "Suffering," Drake says, his voice cold and unforgiving. "We want him to suffer the way Sophia suffered." "Then you're going to be disappointed." I start walking back to Timothy's room. "Because I'm not going to let him die just to satisfy your revenge fantasy." "You can't protect him forever," Kane calls after me. "Eventually, he'll have to face what he did." "He's already facing it," I say without turning around. "Every day, every moment. Trust me, Timothy Blackthorn is suffering plenty."

The words felt strange, like they didn’t belong in a conversation with someone who had hurt her so deeply. Drake hesitated, his hands tightening around the coffee cup in front of him. “I’m... better,” he said finally, though his voice cracked on the word. “I’m trying, Calla. The therapy’s been helping. It’s not easy, though. None of this is easy. But I’m doing it. For you. For us.”