Meme Generator Drake Novels & Stories

Only to be woken up by the ding of my phone, it was late at night and unexpected but when I saw who sent it, I smiled as I clicked on it but it read, [Drake:] Let's break up.

she said sadly, her eyes almost filling with tears. But Yaya Meme suddenly interrupted, arms crossed. “Well… at least you still got to see your Papa Gerald! Meanwhile, I haven’t seen my Papa Drick for such a long time!” she said dramatically, sighing like an actress in a soap opera. The two of them turned to look at each other. They stared, frowned, raised their eyebrows, and after a few seconds, burst out laughing as if they hadn’t just gone through chaos earlier. “Hey! Maybe tomorrow Papa Gerald and Papa Drick will have their own fan club!” Rhia joked, pointing at Meme.

I look towards Drake. “Hey, how long has it been since you have been laid?” Drake rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Uh… well it was with your mom so…” “Stop right fucking there. Really, Drake? Did you really have to say that? Damn!” Drake busted out laughing. “Get your ass out of here and get some action. You have been trapped in hell for twenty-three years. I think it’s about time you let loose, don’t you.” Drake pitched back another drink then looked me straight in the eyes.

I push my head and say to her; "Please don't start and I am begging you don't do anything stupid," She laughed and turned back to Drake's chair, she wave at him and Drake wave back at her; and he look back to his friends laughing at the jokes they appear to be telling. "That's bullshit"I overheard Drake say it to his friends, he laughs. I look at him, and I can't help but smile. He is so handsome, with his dark brown eyes and his perfect lips that always seem to be smiling. His hair was cut short and he had a nice tan complexion that made him stand out from the rest of us in class.

' "Tell me if the case is solved. maybe by then I had your item finished.'' 'You are such a talker. how fascinating! You can't even make Kianna fall for you using those words of yours.' ''Get lost, you bastard'' Drake ends his call and looks at his working bench. He picked up the wristwatch on the table after putting his gloves on. Sticking thin platinum in his pulse, he wears that watch and closes his eyes. Thinking of the words he wants to convert as text, the screen of the watch glows, and types the words he thinks of. Even if the only word he can type using his head is 'KIANA' with a misspelled outcome, he can't help but smile. After weeks of not sleeping, he finally sees a light in his

I'm going to apologize as soon as I can, I'm going to tell him I'm sorry I spilled coffee on his girlfriend. I walk out of the bathroom and go rinse my face, then I let out a sigh and walk out. As I head to my office I see Drake's office door open, he is applying ointment to her chest. She seems to be over the moon, her pain is gone or is it the effect of Drake's hands on her body? I decide to ignore them and continue walking to my office. I arrive and close the door behind me. Mase isn't here, he left me a note to say he had an emergency. That's good because I don't want to go out of here at all. I'm going to stay here all day and never leave this office, I take out a pile of files and star

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“Because both his parents were genus’s, they pushed him to learn and he started Harvard when he was 11 and finished his bachelor degree at 16. Anyway he hated being in the limelight and took small jobs here and there, avoiding people until he died. By the end he didn’t even talk to his parents. But thankfully you and daddy aren’t genius’s so we should be ok” layla snorts with me as I laugh, drakes face falls as he glares at her. “Excuse me I test 150” He snaps at her, she rolls her eyes “Oh please daddy, even mark zuckerberg is 152” “And he’s a bloody genius” She throws her eyebrow in the air, then she starts to laugh “Your funny, you should be a comedian” She tells him giggling and shaking

I cringe as I gulp down a mouthful of blue super juice. “Damn, that gets worse every time.” Layla sticks out her tongue, shaking her head. “I’ll never get bored of your face when you drink that poison. I didn’t even know it was possible for a face to scrunch up that many ways.” Drake chuckles. “Yeah, it’s gross and I hate it,” I mutter, shivering. He turns in his seat and opens his arms for me to sit on his knee, but just as I move forward, my entire body goes stiff.

Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself. I go back inside and walk into my private bathroom as everything starts to weigh on my mind. I'm human..I think..but I'm immortal. I can see and communicate with souls. I have visions of a past that I can't remember. I dream about this past often, if one can call it a dream because it feels so real down to every last detail. I see the same face of a man at least once in each vision though I have no clue who he is or what we have in common. I heal faster than a normal person. A wound takes hours to