Nathan Drake 4 Novels & Stories

Balanced by nature-inspired spa treatments, outdoor yoga, nighttime campfires, and guided wilderness trails, the resort offered a refined yet grounded escape that reconnected guests to the land without sacrificing comfort. The more I read, the more certain I became that this was exactly what I needed. I had to go and see it, partly for my own curiosity, and partly because it aligned so well with the conversations I had been having with Mr. Hastings. He had recently grown more interested in the idea of investing in some kind of farm or agricultural project on his land instead of a warehouse. I had told him I would look into concepts and possibilities. When I sent him the details of this parti

The man accepted it immediately, adjusted the miniature camera hidden on his body, and stepped out of the car. Meanwhile, Nathan leaned back leisurely with one leg crossed over the other. He opened a video feed on his phone and calmly watched the live footage transmitted from the hidden camera. Dakota glanced at his composed expression. Everything about him radiated control. Even without her, Nathan probably still could’ve destroyed Sean Mercer eventually. A faint mocking smile curved at her lips. “So Mr. Drakov already prepared everything in advance.” Nathan lifted his eyes toward her briefly. “Yes. Though having you around makes things more interesting.”

The group felt incomplete without Clever, Bright, Hanks, Finley, Matteo, and Lucas. “You’ve grown into a beast, Adrian. The girls must be losing their minds,” Jack said with a wicked grin, raising his cup so Paulo could pour him more wine. “And you’re still the same shameless flirt,” I shot back. “Some things never change.” “The pack territory looks incredible,” Archie added, his tone thoughtful as he sipped from his cup. “Your father’s legacy is in good hands.” Jack suddenly stood and wandered to the large windows overlooking the female dormitories. His posture changed instantly.

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.

After that, she was ready to begin with her hunting. Drake was in his workout clothes doing his daily exercise by looking as hot as a fire. His muscles were bulging out while he did his exercise. After the workout, he went up into his room to take a bath to get ready for the airport. Since he didn't have anything to do, he decided to go on a vacation alone to Africa.

As the heavy torrents wash over the junkyard, Drake stares pitifully at the limp body of Noah, who lays helpless on the ground….. Drake's POV~ Panting heavily while I stared down at him, I didn't know if what I felt was pity or disgust. I certainly didn't like his guts one bit but still, killing him when he was this weak didn't seem worth it to me. I hated that he didn't put up much of a fight. I wanted to vent my anger - I wanted to pour it all out… who would have thought he would be this weak now?

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

He went straight to his last unbeatable card. His bat-like wings became bigger, he teeth grew even long and his skin totally chain to beast-like. In short. He was a giant bat with an ugly face. Event were repeating nobody wanted to miss the ultimate combat finally. "You won't stop me!" Nathan shifted fully running towards him. He waited with a smirk looking five times Nathan's wolf's size. Nathan ran till he was close enough then he stretched out his claws to strike but Drake was wise so he caught him right in the air and threw him go the wall.

"What the hell is this?" The door didn't just open; it hit the stopper with a crack that sounded like a bone snapping. Nathan stood there, a wall of tailored charcoal wool and cold, hard violence. His tie was ripped open, his hair a mess from the wind, and his eyes—usually a calculated silver—were now dark, turbulent, and fixed entirely on Drake’s hands against my face. Drake didn't flinch. He didn't even stand up. He just let his thumbs swipe one last time across my cheekbones, drying the salt, before slowly pulling back. He looked at Nathan with the bored expression of a man who owned the room.

She wiped her palm desperately onto her shot to erase his touch. Christopher noticed her wiping away her palm which he just touched. He became angry. "You are disgusted by my touch? Am I that bad looking?" he snapped at her angrily. Drake and Mason flew in their dragon forms and landed in front of Nyra's grandmother's house. Drake is on edge, he wanted to take Nyra back as soon as he can. Even if she is against the idea, he decides to kidnap her if necessary. His bed felt empty and strange without her sleeping beside him.