Novel & Cerita Nathan Drake Tom Holland

“Greed.” For a moment, I was convinced Cian would do something to hurt Noah, to use some immortal power to kill him right here and now. But he doesn’t. And I think I know why. I can’t imagine killing an Alpha would go down very well. He has no other choice but to bargain. “Allow me to see her, at least once,” Cian offers calmly, although his tone shakes. It’s intimidating, watching these two men face off, close to ripping each other’s throats out.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Beside her stood Drake, the embodiment of untamed power, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that mirrored her own. Their mission was clear: to seek out the elusive Alpheno, a being of immense power and shrouded in mystery, rumored to be hiding within the confines of the Water Nation. Lyca, with her intimate knowledge of the land and its people, served as their guide, while Drake's formidable strength and unwavering loyalty provided a formidable shield against any who dared to stand in their path.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

We are a throat waiting to close. Draven Holt makes sure I see him. He stands atop a ridge of snow, broad-shouldered, dark hair bound with a leather cord, eyes like coals banked deep. Red paint slashes his cheekbones. He’s younger than Varek, hungrier, the kind of man who thinks rage alone can make him king. He lifts his arms like a priest.

Drake's ultimate goal with Nyla is to marry her and use her as a stepping stone to gain entry into the Nixons," Tom replied. If Nyla was indeed blood-related to a core member of the Nixons, marrying her could be a legitimate way for Drake to secure a position in the family. As soon as Tom finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room turned ice-cold. He shivered involuntarily and glanced at Damon, whose expression had darkened to the point of startling him. It quickly dawned on him—any man would be furious hearing about another man plotting to take his wife. "Uh... Mr. Sumner... that's all I know. I swear!" Tom stammered nervously.

Talia's sight drifted lower and paused at Drake's Adam's apple before it continued over his pecs and the majestic landscape of his abs. How can a man be so handsome? And this was not just any man. This was Drake Blake, Alpha of the Dark Howlers pack, Alpha who can be scary and powerful and domineering and gentle and caring… and he was her mate. Unbelievable. She was never this happy. Talia's only fear was that this was a dream or a figment of her imagination and that she will wake up to a reality where she was still stuck in the attic of the Red Moon pack.

Even though I could hear the reluctance in his voice, I knew he had no other choice but to head back. But then, it seems like the guards were in for it as they would have to shoulder Alpha Kyle's anger. But then, I could care less about it, that was none of my business. After some time, their footsteps disappeared into the forest and I was sure they had headed back. "I think I heard the roar from here!" "Yeah, I think so!" "But wait, who's hiding behind that stone!" "It must be either a or a rogue, let's capture the person, the pack lacks maids anyway, bedsides the Alpha might praise us for it!"

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Minus the if-you-want-to-live bit and definitely without Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Austrian accent. In a word, Nathan’s a tough-guy lover – or at least he’d portray himself as one. Thus, the rare, unexpected glimpses of softness in him would be all the more potent. Kate has experienced a similar effect from Josh, her legit bad boy ex. Dion’s the Ikemen bordering on the-brain-without-a-heart-calculating-machine Sherlock Holmes. Nathan would be Daniel-Craig James Bond and pre-Ragnarok Thor. But only in attitude, because in appearance, Nathan shall forever be a soft boi.