Novel & Cerita I've Got My Eyes On You Drake

"Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you have to remember that the eyes are mine. No one told me to use the blindfolded, I chose to. If at any moment, I don't want to use it, I won't. Besides, I don't get why are you two freaking out like this." I turned my back on them and got back to the mirror. The tears were still falling, making me, indeed, look like I have lost my mind. And probably did. "As I said to Rai before, I'm just watching my own death. I've told you both how you will die, so why can't I know how my death will be when this power is mine? I've told you guys out of consideration, I didn't need to. I was curious. Moreover, I wanted

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

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?

"Open your eyes, Nadia. I want to see you while I fuck you." Her lashes fluttered before she opened her eyes completely. Her lips parted as she stared back into my soul. The moment our eyes locked with our bodies connected, I felt a surge of emotions between us - something I always longed to have. She was staring at me with eyes full of love, desire, and trust. She was giving her everything. "I love you, Nadia. I really do…" I mumbled as I continued to fuck her at a slow and gentle pace, pouring all my emotions as I held her body tighter.

"Last night—" "It was real," he said simply. "Whatever else happens. It was real." I felt those words settle somewhere important. My phone buzzed again from my jacket pocket. The fourteenth message becoming the fifteenth. I thought about the document. Visibility index: ninety-four out of a hundred. The current yield is three hundred and forty units weekly. Recommended continued investment. I thought about Kenny's hands gripping me like a shield against something coming. About Zara's face when she'd said Dain's name. About the pack meeting and the cold efficiency of forty supernatural beings managing their position in a hierarchy built entirely on being watched.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

Dramaux knew he would not give up, he had noticed it in his eyes the moment he had mentioned the color of her eyes, for what he knew that they would possibly leave that place along with his new queen, to which he only gave a nod and prepared for everything that would be to come in such an arduous path to follow.

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

Miren's brother. Her beautiful eyes slowly closed, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyebrows were drawn into an unsightly line. Her entire body was being torn by emotions; She needs to make a quick decision before things take a more terrifying turn. “Drake, do you really want me in your arms that much? You know I'm not Kyra, and I certainly won't love you the way you want to. Before answering, I would like to hear from you.” Drake smiled, and he calmly replied.

Drake. He stood calmly near the center of the room. He wore a black tuxedo that fit him perfectly, his Alpha aura buzzed quietly like a commanding force that seemed to part the sea of people around him. He was listening to an older Alpha attentively, with a serious expression in his face. Then, as if he felt my gaze, he turned his head. Our eyes locked across the room. For one breathless second, the music faded. The crowd disappeared. It was just him, looking at me with an intensity that was neither Alpha nor friend. It was Something raw, something private. A deep silent acknowledgment that sent an unexpected, forbidden flutter straight through my heart.