Inquisitormaster Drake Novels & Stories

Drake was tall and the moment he was able to walk again, he also started training again to develop his muscles the way they are now. “I think this is your mom’s secret haven,” I said. “Wait, my mom’s what?” he asked confused. “These are your mom’s journals,” I said as I pointed to the shelves, “I haven’t had the time to read all of them.” I walked over to the table where the journal where she thinks that I was a mage. Drake took it and read it. After he finished reading he looked at me, his eyes filled with excitement. “Maybe there are answers here,” he exclaimed and I smiled back at him.

"My mother really did it. She built a hedge fund with a heartbeat. Those aren't teachers, Shay. Those are accountants with Glocks. Only a Falcone would prioritize the balance sheet during an invasion." "Shut up, Massimo," I hissed, wrenching my arm free. "That’s our son." The worst happened when Drake finally turned his head. He looked at me, and for a fleeting second, the asset mask slipped. His bottom lip trembled. He took one step toward me, his small hand reaching out. "Mommy?" he whispered. The word was so quiet, so fragile, it felt like it could shatter the mountain. But before he could take another step, the lead tutor, a man with cold, robotic eyes grabbed Drake's arm.

Hosts never have the freewill until they are free of any demon's possession. "Cadmus said a lot of trash about me and I wonder if this is your doing. Is this part of your parlor tricks?" He asked, shaking his head. Drake leaned back on the chair, legs crossed. "I'm sorry to say this but no. It's nothing like a parlor trick but more of power. Something you have never seen before. And I have come to make things right. Between us." He gestured for Krepe to sit on a chair before him which he took hesitatingly, quite surprised at how changed his friend has now become. Drake rose to the counter, without the aid of his staff to get a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Elder sibling gazed, "No, no, opening a skull is extremely hazardous. Imagine a scenario where you can't awaken." Likewise, despite the fact that the specialist before her was wearing a cover, her voice was exceptionally youthful. Is it dependable for her to work? "Kindly quiet down first." Jiang Wan unexpectedly raised her voice, making the environmental elements immediately quieten down. "I can comprehend how you're feeling now, yet your significant other's condition doesn't permit you to burn through your time. He should have an activity right away." "I'm Dr. Jiang, the agent head of mind a medical procedure at Jin'an Clinic. I'm accountable for your better half's a medical procedure. I c

“The sample is…” Drake shoots up from his chair and screams, “They planted it! Whatever it is, it is bogus! I’m not going to stand here and listen to these lies!” This is getting really old. I cough. When Drake’s attention spins around to me, I calmly ask, “If it is bogus, can you explain how the doctors got your semen? It didn’t magically appear on Bethany without you being around her.”

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Evelyn said. "Send him in." My heart slammed against my ribs. The door opened. Drake walked in wearing a suit that did not fit. His hair was greased back. His smile was wide and fake. "Mr. Hawthorne," he said, extending his hand. "Thank you for this opportunity." Kael did not stand. He did not shake Drake's hand. He just pointed to the chair across from him. "Sit." Drake's smile faltered. He sat. Then he saw me.

Not even when the teacher walked in. By then, Drake was floating somewhere between hope and shame. “Mr… Drake, was it?” the teacher asked. Drake looked up, caught off guard. “Sir?” “I asked you a question.” “I—” he blinked. “Sorry. Could you repeat it?” “You’re the special needs one, right?” the teacher said bluntly. “Let’s see if you even last until midterms.” Drake’s stomach twisted. “I’d like to answer, Mr. Rowland.

Liliana retorted. “He’s actually a...,” replied Maddison, opting to not finish the sentence. They would continue to go in circles unless she gave Liliana what she wanted. “His name is Morgan Drake and he’s a doctor by profession.” Liliana went to work, typing away on her phone. When the search on one social media app turned up nothing, she moved to the next. After a few minutes of searching, she put down her phone and let out a sigh. “I can’t find him. I think he’s a ghost.”

"Tell me about it! I never know what to expect when I walk into that ER." Drake nodded in agreement, setting down his sandwich to join in the conversation. "You think that's wild; you should hear about the mess I've been dealing with at the research center," he said, shaking his head with a wry smile. "It's been one hurdle after another, I swear." I leaned in, intrigued by Drake’s story. "What happened?" I asked, eager to hear more about his latest work drama. "So there I was," Drake began, his voice carrying across the table with a deep rumble, "trying to run a simple test on the new batch of wolf serum samples. But of course, nothing ever goes smoothly in the lab."