I've Got My Eyes On You Drake Novels & Stories

“Absolutely perfect.” Drake was the last to approach the cradle, and I watched as he lifted the final baby, a little one with golden curly hair and skin the colour of warm honey. When Drake turned, I noticed that the baby's eyes were already open. His purple eyes assessed me just like his father's did that first day we met months ago. Even without his eye colour, I would know he was Drake's son. “Hey there,” Drake whispered, his voice breaking slightly. He sat on the bed beside me and held the baby out so I could see. “Look at this one, Palt. Just look.”

Drake's eyes snapped open when he felt Talia's palm on his cheek. "Don't be upset, Drake.", Talia said softly. "I told you that as long as you treat me well, I won't leave." Drake held his breath while processing Talia's words. Was she comforting him? Can she be any sweeter? Drake put his hand over Talia's which was on his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss the inside of her palm. "I won't disappoint you, kitten…", he murmured into her palm. Drake's icy-blue eyes met Talia's honeyed ones and they were locked in a silent exchange of emotions and vows unspoken. With every passing moment, the energy between them became tangible; it was an invisible pull that urged them to get closer.

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.

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.

The guests fall silent, their eyes fixed on me as I take a hesitant step forward. And then I see him. Drake. He stands at the altar, his broad shoulders squared in a dark blue tux and his golden locks neatly combed back. As I gaze at his face, it begins to blur and suddenly, I see Ezra. Ezra. He stands at the altar, holding out his hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “If the sky that we look upon, Should tumble and fall, Or the mountain should crumble to the sea. I won't cry, I won't cry.

Red blurred my vision. But the pain lit a fire inside me. Drake stood over me, his fist tight, his eyes wild. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, forcing me to look at him. "I will burn you. I will ruin you. I’ll let an entire pack tear apart what’s left of you right in front of your mate’s eyes. You misunderstood my patience. You thought you were special? You’re nothing but a broken vessel carrying a mind I don’t care about unless it belongs to me."

asked June. Drake didn't answer immediately, he suddenly got up from his chair and approached June. His hands gripped June's shoulders tightly. His eyes stared straight into June's eyes. June could feel Drake's warm breath brushing against her face. The warm breath made the skin around June's neck swell and her face turn red. June's heart skipped a beat. Without realizing it, June swallowed. "I should be the one asking you. Who are you, June Hanson? Why are you among us?” asked Drake. His eyes are now shining golden. It wasn't the reflection of the lamplight, Drake's eyes had completely changed color and were shining.

“Look Ivy I know you want to be this girl that wants to fight this, but they are going to make you do things you don’t want to do,” Drake said touching her face. “Please don’t fight them, the more you fight them the more they like it. Please just eat, they will let you leave this room if they see that you are giving them what they want.”

Drake was all that mattered. I burst through the door, my eyes scanning the area for Drake. And there he was, standing just outside, a piece of paper in his hand. His face was pale, his eyes wide with worry. He didn't seem to notice me, lost in his thoughts. I took a hesitant step forward, my voice barely above a whisper. “Drake?” I said, unsure if he would even hear me. But he did. He turned to look at me, his expression filled with a mix of relief and fear.

Drake raised his head, one of his eyes injured, leaving only one blank eye to look at me. "Command...." "Don't talk." I frowned at the wound on his neck, a deep cut; still, being able to keep him alive until now is considered lucky. "I'll bandage your wound, don't worry." Drake looked at me with tears in his eyes; this look in his eyes hurt me so much. Remember that night, the boy with bright eyes looked at me, in the bottom of his eyes filled with determination as fierce as a brilliant fire, but now only his eyes are gloomy.