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

"Look at him. Look at what you've done to him." I looked. And I saw. Drake's face was usually blank, a mask of professionalism that hid everything beneath. But now, in the red light of the stopped elevator, his mask had cracked. His eyes were black with want, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping, and the bulge in his tactical pants was massive, thick and heavy and straining against the fabric like it wanted to tear through.

The police officer had kind eyes. Damian noticed that first. Kind eyes and a tired face and a notebook that looked like it had been through a war. She stood in his apartment doorway, her partner behind her, both of them trying to make sense of the scene: an old man with a red face leaning against the stairwell railing, a younger man in hockey gear holding a baseball bat, and Damian himself, barefoot, bandages bleeding through his socks, looking like he hadn't slept in a year.

"The assailant has already threatened to kill my mother if I try to see her. I want to meet her under your protection, and after I'm gone, please ensure she doesn't suffer the same fate." Drake's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze filled with a deep understanding. "Your eyes are crimson red," Drake declared, his gaze scrutinizing. "Who do you think I am?" he asked, his patience evident as he awaited my response. "Drake," I replied, my thoughts silently adding, "The only man I feel comfortable with in this world, apart from my late father." Drake's eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a probing tone. "Who did you think I really am?" he asked again, and I grasped the underlying implication of his q

“And if that’s not enough, you can run a DNA test. That shouldn’t be difficult, right?” Drake didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his eyes stayed fixed on Cassie, searching her face with an intensity that felt almost invasive, like he was trying to peel back layers and find something buried underneath. His gaze didn’t move, didn’t soften, just stayed there, locked onto hers. “How did I not see this?” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible as confusion and realization tangled together inside him. “Uncle Van’s eyes.” He reached for his phone, his movements sharper now, more urgent.

Rita. Drake watched the way she swallowed hard, the way her eyes darted to the floor, and his mischievous, terrifying smirk crept back onto his face. "That’s what I thought. Let me guess, you don’t want to lose your only friend." He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from her pale cheek. "Then you do exactly as I say. Tomorrow morning, have yourself ready. We are going to the church, and you are going to put on a ring."

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

' Her voice trembled with excitement, eyes gleaming as she confessed, pussy dripping anew at the thought. LeBron's eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across his chiseled features before a wicked grin spread. 'Damn, baby... eat my ass? Tie you up and wreck you? You serious?' He sat up fully now, pulling her closer, his hand cupping her chin to search her face. 'You like being tied up like that? Can you handle the real deal—no tapping out, just pure submission?'

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

My eyes involuntary closed as I sucked in, waiting for him to kiss me. When I felt him move away, that’s when I opened my eyes. My arousal filled the cave and I could see Waylon fighting off the temptation. His dick was hard as he shifted uncomfortably. Looking down at his phone, my internal battle started. Do I trust him? Do I trust he told me the truth?

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.