Nathan Drake Tom Holland Novels & Stories

Hana countered. “Oh, Goddess, both sound terrible.” I wrinkled my nose. “But fine. Raise your hand for the superhero atrocity.” I commanded. Shamus and Diana raised their hands, and I arched an eyebrow at Diana. “What? Tom Holland is cute.” she sheepishly answered. “And I take it the rest of you want to watch the Disney monstrosity?” looking at others. “Yes.” Hana nodded. “No.” Iver interjected. “I don’t want to watch either of them. “I see. Iver, decide between them.” I commanded. Iver whimpered but nodded.

The stream chat seemed psyched up in an instant- “LD, look up ahead at two o’clock, that cute Asian guy. I think it’s Thomas Khan!” “Yeah yeah! I see him too. He’s currently one of the most powerful supremes in America. He’s even more powerful than Spiderman!” “What is he doing here? Oh sh*t, he’s going to walk up the stairs!” After that, Michelle was able to see even more of its contents. She continued telling her viewers all about it. “It’s not just Thomas Khan. Behind him are the famous supremes, Flamma Leo, Dennis Mizu, Bullseye Anthon. They’re all from Noah’s Ark Co., so it looks like that organization couldn’t wait a minute longer to take a peek into the wonders of Mount Oro. They migh

With his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, he gave Dylan a nod. Nathan, on the other hand, had his lips pressed into a tight, displeased line. It was a stark contrast to his usual polite, friendly demeanor. "What is his problem?" I wondered in frustration. I didn't want Dylan feeling unwelcome on his first day in San Francisco, so I shot Nathan a sharp look, a silent warning to play nice. "This is Nathan Locke," I said. "The Alpha of the Harlow Pack. He's also the owner of Eclipse Racing."

Stevan patted the man's back. Drake was a big man with a thick beard like Hagrid in the Harry Potter films. Shanon was initially a little horrified to see Drake's scary face, but behind his intimidating posture, Drake was a warm and friendly man. He had a booming laugh, but it was strangely sweet enough to hear. “When will the other guests arrive?” Drake asked Sarah.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

He fell to the ground with a loud thud, undeniably dead from that one attack. Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Jaden turned to look at Adrian fiercely. ‘He’s the one who threw that pen!’ At that moment, Adrian was already seated upright with the file removed from his face. Yet, he still seemed as calm as ever, which left Jaden shocked. Hydra had also noticed Adrian as he said, “I wasn’t expecting for there to be another veteran here. What’s your name?” Adrian smiled and leaned back into his chair. “My name is Adrian Xander. Some people know me as Draco.”

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

I asked. "I'm not sure the Moon shadow pack would be a great place for me." The boy replied. "Zoe is your kin is she not?" Draven asked. "I know." Tom answered. "But still the cruelty, the evilness and all that. I don't think I was cut out for all that." He said. Draven turned to look at the boy, this time with a twinkle in his eyes. "What's your name again boy?" He asked. "Tom Madison, Alpha." Tom replied.

“Then let’s do this now! This is between us! Let’s not involve any more innocents!” Raif shook his head. “No, not yet. When you least expect it, I will come for you, your children, and your wife.” A deep, guttural growl erupted from deep within my chest as I stomped toward him, but Drake stopped me again, pulling me back along with Kellen. I looked down at Drake’s hand on my arm and snarled. “Remove your hand before I remove it from your arm, old friend.” Drake let me go but stood before me, blocking my path. “Not today, Lance.” Then he turned toward Raif. “I am Drake Summerfield, Leader of the South Coven! I concede and recognize you as the rightful leader of the East Coven!”

"Master Drake... you see how they treat me? You promised you’d help me. Say something..." Drake didn't look at him. He simply reached out and tapped Harlan’s shoulder three times, a slow, heavy rhythm. "I almost forgot about you," Drake said, finally looking at the family. "Harlan has been loyal. For my sake, let him lead. I believe he will do better than a girl who cries at every shadow."