Inquisitormaster Drake Novels & Stories

Drake was his proxy when he's out and busy with other companies, Drake stood up and bowed courteously as soon as he walked towards the table. "Good morning Young master!" Drake greeted, still the same cold voice that most employees found charming, girls like it when boys act mysterious, in his case, it's his nature and not just an act, anyway, he was also a trained master in martial artists by the Hill family, according to his father. Marcus nodded and sat on his chair, "How is the company doing? how is Beatrice?" He directly asked, he did not need to hide from Drake anyway, since he knew he has taken liking on her.

“I want him to beg for it. I want him on his knees asking me to end it. And I will sit right here and make him wait as long as I want.” Both men laughed. “The Young Master is always one step ahead,” one of them said. They settled back into their seats. Drake glanced at his watch. No rush. He leaned back in his chair and took a slow drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out quietly. He could hardly wait for the person on that phone to come..

Calvin said as he looks at them, “We have Drake, and then you. Didn’t you know that you are the most fearsome duo in this region? Not to mention, you also have Nori and you know how that guy fights.” “We asked around,” Drake looked as he sounds - serious. When Drake is serious it only meant that something was bothering him. “And?” Calvin asks as he places his elbows on the table, a gesture he usually does whenever a topic caught his attention. “And no one has ever seen or knows who he is,” Drake replied. “Maybe he’s not good,” Calvin suggested as he leaned back in his seat. “That’s the thing,” Drake look straight into Calvin’s eyes adding the needed mystery to hook Calvin in, “he is good, li

“You know I don't do things without proofs, elders. I would have waged a war again Seat of Trace for a while but I respect our rules and I didn't want to stir up trouble at all. But that was the last straw.” The elders whispered to themselves as they looked at those two already captured. Drake walked over to them with his iPad and bowed, loud enough for everyone to hear, he said. “I am Drake Apex, the soon to be ruler of Seat of Apex. I have confessions from those the elders of my seat captured already.” Drake said, handing them the iPad and they watched before handing it back to Drake with a nod.

He goes into a relaxed stance but it's still stiff as a board. Drake looks at my bloody towel. "Please tell me you got something." I leaned against a bookshelf across from Drake's desk and cross my feet, still wiping my fingers. "Oh, I got something, but you're not going to like it." Drake leans back in his chair and rubs his forehead. "Report." He sighed. I put my hands down on the bookshelf. "It's the Dragons. Specifically, Karver." I glance between Drake and River.

It was so different compared the the quiet life we found our selves in. I looked up surprised as the door to the training room opened. Drake entered, his eyebrows raised questioningly as he took us in. Sweat dripping off our bodies despite already toweling off once. Something about him screamed at me to walk over to him. Like a tiny voice in my head that apparently had no common sense. Why was he in here? Why was he up? I know he was instructed to keep an eye on all of us, but it was becoming increasingly annoying just for him to pop in on us unannounced. The Master told us a few days ago he had to leave on important business, so Drake would be in charge in his absence. It was very rare and

Drake asks while staring at Celine and then looks at the avatar. "Of course not, doctor! You are a true genius and that's how my master sees you. If you don't like it, you can tell me what to call you instead." Dos seems to be capable of being wise on its own. She doesn't need to teach it anymore. "So, you think I'm a genius?" Drake asked Celine. "Of course, doctor! I'm here in the future because of you right?" Celine replied. Drake smiles widely and turns to the metal box with his avatar. He opened it and turned on the A.I. robot that resembles him. If the robot can absorb their knowledge, then his robot must also be a genius.

to build this life for her. He still haunted her. And the part that scared me the most? Somewhere inside… she still wanted him. I clenched my fists as I walked down to my study. The room was dim, heavy with silence, broken only by the quiet hum of my computer. I sat and opened my laptop, checking messages. I had asked one of my men..Kale..to keep an eye on Drake. Just to make sure nothing unexpected happened. There was a new message. **Kale: Been watching him past 3 days. He hasn’t been still. He’s been meeting people. Asking unknown questions. Drove out to that old district outside town. He’s digging for something. Looks like he’s trying to find someone. Can’t confirm who yet.

Harold said. "What you said earlier is true, Drake?" David asked as he followed the agents as they led Drake away. "I'm not a liar, Bernadine, even though Sheena and I are of the same clan, we're equal in strength, did she think we were weak? Se's wrong! She's also the one we suspect is the mastermind behind the spread of the virus." Drake said as he pushed the agents away.

“How do you think? He is hanging on by a thread, Andre. A very thin, very frayed thread. Let us just pray we can get through the rest of this feast before it snaps.” I prayed sincerely as I watched Drake. Alpha Kael tried to engage him in conversation about the northern trade routes, but Drake’s responses were monosyllabic, his gaze distant and hunted, fixed on nothing. Every time he zoned out, I smoothly enter the chat, picking up the thread of the conversation, elaborating on points, doing everything in my power to cover for his shocking absence of mind. “…so the mineral surveys show exceptional promise,” I said as I seamlessly took over after Drake had given a grunt to a direct question.