Novel & Cerita Nathan Drake Tom Holland

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."

Xander lifted that bimbo off his lap, rushed to the stranger behind me, and did a brotherly hug and ruffled the stranger's hair. Drake and Xander had similar features but drake was slightly shorter than Xander about 6'3 probably. He had strong grey eyes unlike Xander's ocean blue eyes, other than that they had features similar to each other. They both had blemish-free radiant skin that had a healthy glow to it. Both had lean built and strong aura around them. They both were incredibly handsome, there was no doubt in it. After their little gesture, Xander took a seat opposite me near Tyra. And Drake took a seat beside me.

"So I'll give you two choices. The first is the USB drive containing the real evidence. The second is the lives of every innocent person on this bridge." His smile broadened. "There are five people carrying professionally made explosives. All it takes is a single message from me, and they can detonate at any moment." Tilting his head slightly, he looked at her with unsettling amusement. "So tell me, War Goddess... what will you choose?" Nathan Drakov slowly made his way over, steadying himself against the side of the limousine. He peeled away the lifelike disguise covering his face, revealing the pale, striking features beneath.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

Drake was out of the Pack, studying. I was already mated to Vanessa, and Trent was already a toddler when Dr. Drake returned and became the Pack's Doctor. So there's little to no chance that he knows Anastasia. He doesn't seem like he's curious either. He's keeping it professional. “She also has mild signs of fatigue. But that's all.” I nodded, unsure of what to say. I glanced at him and noticed how conflicted he was. Clearly, that wasn't all. He was struggling to say more.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.