Nathan Drake 4 Novels & Stories

Dr Hunter said earning himself a cold laugh from Nathaniel. “I’ll like to see you fight when you’re dead,” Nathaniel said before he emptied his clip in Dr Hunter’s head. He felt a rush of adrenaline go through his veins and he knew this was exactly what he needed to feel alive again. Now he was going to deal with Rosalyn. He saw the text from Derek saying she was back. She was smart to return home without a fight. He left the body there for his men to clean up and dispose. He was back in the game. It had been a while since he made a kill and he tried to avoid it because he loved the rush he got from it. He loved it a little too much.

“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.

His gaze, sharp and piercing, met Draven"s across the table. Draven, the exiled alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, was a study in contrasts. Even in the muted light of the oil lamps, his fiery red hair shone, a stark contrast to his deeply tanned skin. His eyes, flecked with gold, held the smoldering intensity of a volcano ready to erupt. His broad chest, encased in a dark leather vest, hinted at the raw power beneath, a power that had been tempered by years of exile. He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Nathan." he began, his voice a low rumble, "I"ve come to seek your aid."

Drake dashed out of the packhouse and went straight for his black armored Lexus SUV. 'Maya! Caden!', Drake called thorough the mind-link. 'Where is Talia!?'

Drake snarled while mentioning each name. Drake was waiting for his mate to answer, but Noah was too afraid to say anything. ‘So he prefers other men instead of me?’ Drake snorted, ‘well… then I'm gonna change his mind.’ Drake took his black tank top off and exposed his ripped muscular body. “I’ll make you understand that you belong to me, Noah,” he said while unzipping his jeans, letting his huge-and-already-hard-shaft out, “and you’ll know that I'm the only one that you need…”

Drake replied he persuaded Natty to accompany him. Natty wants to go back to her room, but seeing how Drake asks her to come into play makes Natty unable to resist anymore. With half forced Natty follows Drake to a public basketball court where Drake trains alone. By bringing his basketball, Drake started the game. But he didn’t mean it in play. Even often Drake lets Natty hold the ball and score. Then Drake would pretend to be disappointed, but he smiled broadly, and indeed his eyes twinkle as if he were pleased.

Jenny Anderson POV Dragon picked up a gun and jaw and refilled it before putting it in his waistband, allowing me to see the sharp V line. I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me right now. His black shirt was short-sleeved so I could see his strong forearms as well as the tattoos on his body. "Maybe I should go to help get down the stairs." I went to open the door, and as usual Dragon closed it behind me.

"You'd better get lost if you're going to play possum! You're just dragging us down with you!" Joseph Jensen, my boyfriend and drill instructor for the outdoor orientation boot camp, bellowed. I jerked my eyes open only to see Wanda Lawson, the tycoon's daughter, lying on the ground, her face pale as her body curled and went into spasms. I looked at the scene from my past life and instantly realized that I had been reborn. "It's funny how she's usually fine until it's time for the outdoor orientation boot camp. If you're going to slack off, at least be subtle about it!