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

"Now, answer my question, or do you want my fist to do the talking?" Dylan’s voice was deep, his eyes blazing as he stared down Drake.

I’d done my own makeup and hair because I needed at least one thing tonight to still feel like mine. And honestly? I looked good. When I stepped out into the hallway, Drake was already waiting. He was wearing a navy suit, crisp white shirt, no tie this time either. His gaze landed on me instantly then stayed there. I’d gotten good at noticing the tiny changes in his expression over the past few weeks. Most people probably thought he looked emotionless all the time but he wasn't you just had to pay attention carefully enough. Right now, something shifted very slightly behind his eyes.

Therefore, he took Nessa with him. However, when he turned around, Drake strode across the room really fast for someone of his age and caught Nessa’s hand; he pulled her to him. “Let me see you closely,” he said eerily. He used both of his hands to cup Nessa’s face, and this time, she was able to see his face and… his mismatched eyes. One of Drake's eyes was black, while the other was white, with a scar that ran from his forehead, crossed his eye, and extended down to his cheekbone. Judging by its appearance, Nessa assumed it was a battle scar from a fight with a beast.

Drake’s voice, his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was something to win. Brandon was safe—for now. But Drake was out there. And he wasn’t done. And I will fucking kill him.

His hair was still wait from shower,his blue eyes, seems to even deepen as he stare at me,I find myself blushing under his gaze, no doubt he was reading my thoughts. I panic trying to stop thinking of course it was too late the do---- the beast already knew what I was thinking I hope he doesn't find out that I find him attractive. Gosh I'd die of humiliation and someone need to tell me to stop thinking!. "Are you guys done eye fucking?" Drake chuckled at us. I open my mouth to tell him we weren't eye....whatever he call it.I mean how could you fuck someone with an eye? Or eyes?. "Wanna find out" The beast ask caughting me off guard.

Drake just hold my hands and stared at me deep into my eyes. “Okay, baby. I'm sorry, and it's not my intention to make you cry, okay?” He uttered and I nodded my head towards him. Drake wiped my tears, and I'm happy because he's willing to listen with me. “I will help you to settle everything, Drake…” I never finished my sentence when Drake did something that made my body shivered.

“I love you, Drake” “I love you, Elaina”

Drake thought to himself. "I'm Dracardo Lincoln, nice meeting you miss..."; he said stretching his hand and she happily shook it "Jessica Montenegro, it's a pleasure meeting you too Mr. Lincoln"; she said while shaking his hand with a smile. He wished this moment would never end as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes, he had never seen one like that before, not that he hadn't seen brown eyes before, yes, he had seen brown eyes before but he had never seen one as light as this one before. He has to say that those eyes are extremely beautiful, and mesmerising.

she mumbled. No emotions were plastered on his eyes, and no expression was written on his face. It was blank as bond paper. Emily let out a small chuckle. “I know you weren’t happy. It flashes in your look right now,” she exclaimed sarcastically. “Maybe, you’re just happy that I will give birth to your heir in no time,” she chortled. Drake stilled, not even glancing at her. His eyes were sharply looking at the crowd. A few moments later, his eyes diverted to her; he caught her staring but then looked away to face the crowd.

my eyes moved over his face trying to find the blood, the blue eyes but all were gone, like it never happened, like it was a dream. "Are you okay? You were bleeding! Your mouth... your eyes… Did you go to the hospital? Or did thr doctor come. Drake stood motionless.. He didn't move a single muscle. He felt like marble under my palms. Cold. Unfeeling. Then, suddenly, he moved. He grabbed my wrists and flunked my hands away from his face.. He didn't pull me close to comfort me. He flung my hands away from his face with a hard, violent