Nathan Drake 4 Novels & Stories

Mason said. On the screen, a live stream from Geneva appeared. The historian Claudia had recruited was speaking to a small but eager press gathering. His voice carried authority, his words cutting. “The Drakes built their empire on trade that crossed forbidden lines. They profited from conflict, carrying goods that fed both sides. While debts may have been repaid, the stain of those choices lingers.” Claudia’s face appeared briefly in the background, her expression cold and triumphant. Noah muted the stream before the board could hear more. He looked at Evelyn. “She released it faster than expected.”

"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!

Nathaniel's secretary reported. Nathaniel's expression darkened as he snarled, "Keep looking. If she's alive, I want to see her. If she's dead, I want to see her body!" "Yes, Mr. Preston," his secretary replied. After the secretary left, Nathaniel's face grew even colder as he muttered, 'Rebecca, you'd better not make me find you!' At a villa on the outskirts overseas… Drake, wearing a white suit, sat leisurely in the garden sipping coffee.

"I'll ask you one last time before I end you. Natalie, what child did you bring with you?" The panic quickly sank through Natalie’s body as she began to shiver under the threat from Brayden. “Just answer him Nat.” James said giving up and collapsing into a chair. “Niamh.” Natalie whispered trying to hide from Brayden’s gaze. Leaning back Brayden tried to bring in his air to calm down before asking, “Nia?” “Yes” James and Natalie said together. Brayden felt panic and relief wash over his entire body as he looked up to the ceiling attempting to hold back all of his tears. “Where’s Hannah?”

Frank was also carrying a heavy handbag, inside of which was a thick stack of bidding documents. Drake sighed repeatedly as he saw the pile of tender documents. "Ah, these tender documents were rushed out by the staff last night. I wonder if there are any loopholes inside? I heard that Nathan knew about this project opening early on, and they had ample preparation time. He is also a shrewd businessman. It seems futile for us to compete with him." Thea slapped Drake on the back of his head and said, "I knew he would always take credit for others' achievements and let his own arrogance fall."

"Drake's killed three alphas. Those aren't good odds." "Cain's different," Jake said but he didn't sound convinced. "He's got more to fight for." I wanted to believe that but I'd seen Drake fight once two years ago when he'd challenged the alpha of a smaller pack and it had been brutal and efficient and over in less than five minutes and the other alpha had been carried out on a stretcher. "How many wolves did Drake bring," I asked. "Forty," Jake said. "The rest stayed back to guard their territory in case this is a trap."

Nathaniel's secretary reported. Nathaniel's expression darkened as he snarled, "Keep looking. If she's alive, I want to see her. If she's dead, I want to see her body!" "Yes, Mr. Preston," his secretary replied. After the secretary left, Nathaniel's face grew even colder as he muttered, 'Rebecca, you'd better not make me find you!' At a villa on the outskirts overseas… Drake, wearing a white suit, sat leisurely in the garden sipping coffee.

As I finished my opening notes, I sat back turning my green eyes back to him, giving him my full attention. “Our alliance proposal is a unique one, Kate. We have four Packs whom you do not currently have within your alliances. Three you will have heard of and one you have likely not heard of, from our conversation so far,” pausing, Drake takes a sip of water. I think he’s arrogantly taking a sip of water for effect; however, I am trying to keep an open mind. Okay maybe I am not entirely being open minded. I am still frustrated with my father and knowing that Drake has another just plain bugs me. Silly but there it is. Even Shelby is a little annoyed, but she remains in the background.

to destroy more always leads . Suddenly , on Drake's signal , Dylan aimed at the head of the killer and fired three simultaneous shots taking them one after another with the help of the accurate angle their fully armoured body fell down altering their counterparts . Stay close everybody yelled their group leader . With a sudden thud another one fell down with Dylan and james were aiming at their heads with their weapons making sure to hit it at such a place where the armour was not covering . Drake smiled as he saw the terrified looks on their faces . So much to take the lion in the den he thought . Few minutes pass by everyone was silent one commotion was there from either sides but the *c

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”