Nathan Drake Video Games Novels & Stories

A fragile, warm moment caught between shadows. Drake taps my arm gently, nodding his head towards the hallway. We step back and close the door softly behind us. Nathan is already there waiting, leaning against the wall across from the door. His arms are crossed, brows furrowed, and the tension in his jaw tells me he’s been stewing in silence. “What did you find?” he asks quietly, pushing off the wall as he walks towards us. Drake glances at me, but I speak first. “It was there. In the forest, right near the edge of your territory. Red eyes. Walking on two legs.”

"You think you're safe if you don't answer?" "He blackmailed me," Rebecca replied. "He said he'd release videos of us together if I didn't return to him." Nathaniel sneered. "You really think I'm that same fool from five years ago? Drake's an executive at MK Company. If he really wanted you, he'd have dragged you back overseas, not let you stay with me for five years. "So don't give me excuses. I already know he was digging into Nyla's background. What I want to know is—why?"

"You think you're safe if you don't answer?" "He blackmailed me," Rebecca replied. "He said he'd release videos of us together if I didn't return to him." Nathaniel sneered. "You really think I'm that same fool from five years ago? Drake's an executive at MK Company. If he really wanted you, he'd have dragged you back overseas, not let you stay with me for five years. "So don't give me excuses. I already know he was digging into Nyla's background. What I want to know is—why?"

Thea spent the whole day in the company's computer room with Drake and Frank, but they didn't find any clues about Nathan. Where did Nathan go, as if he evaporated from the face of the earth? Drake looked anxiously at Thea and said, "President, something must have happened to Nathan. With his credit card records, facial recognition records, and videos of him removing surveillance cameras, we should be able to find some clues about his whereabouts. It doesn't make sense that we have been searching so hard but haven't found any trace of Nathan." Thea's face turned strange, “Are you saying that he died?"

“Nathan needs to give his point of view.” “Same; except Paul had approached me” Nathan states; beads of sweat starting to show on his forehead. “Your conversation with him about how you both can take Drake down; never came into play?” Lester asks, his rage coming through his words. “You shouldn’t speak as though no-one is listening.”

"I think Mr. George and Mr. Felix should go home first." Then Nathaniel Drake Sebastian arrived. He stood next to Elena—very handsome, authoritative, with a black suit that fit his body perfectly. His sharp eyes looked straight at George and Felix. Elena was stunned. George frowned. "Mr. Nathaniel Drake Sebastian." Felix immediately took half a step back. "CEO of Drake Group...?" Nathan smiled sarcastically. "I think you're done here," Nathan said matter-of-factly. "Miss Elena is not a joke you can fight over like a merger project."

James rushed to meet him halfway, offered his hand to shake, and said, “Mr. Davis, you honor us with your visit. Is there anything we can help you with?” Nathan gave an outstretched hand a disdainful look and refused to touch it. Then, when James pulled it back awkwardly, he smirked and said, “I’m here about a video I saw on YouTube earlier. Do you know what I’m talking about?” “I’m pretty sure I do,” James admitted. “But what does the army have to do with that? We have the situation well in hand.” “I’m sure you do,” Nathan said sarcastically. He glared at the other man. “Where are they?”

I jerk both of my arms to the side of my body. Connor Zulueta was the heir to the mafia empire his father had built. I can't recall a time when I didn't despise the person he was. When we've gone on missions together in the past, he's always managed to screw them up. He believes that he is better than everyone else and that simply because he is the heir, we will all do what he says. However, this case will be different. We fought even with little things. We stopped going to missions when he became the heir since it was no longer necessary. "I know it's messed up. But when you go tomorrow, just make sure to call and text me every day and send pictures." He gave me a wink before cracking a gri

"Things have been chaotic lately. Ever since Dominic ended up on the wanted list, all the hidden players have come out of the woodwork." "They're targeting Drake Harbor?" He nodded. "It's a juicy prize. Everyone wants a piece." I changed clothes and followed him, sticking to the shadows as we moved. The harbor's lights flickered in the distance. Suddenly, Nathaniel stopped. "You had the chance to kill him, didn't you?" I faltered. "I can't beat him." He studied me for a moment. Then, he tugged open my collar, revealing a faint bite mark. "The first lesson I taught you was to be ruthless. If you really wanted him dead, you could've hidden a blade in your mouth during that kiss and cut his ton

Nathan explains, “then do left over right, left over right, that’s the Army way… You make another skip here to prevent the tongue from bunching up on your ankle. Next, four-point lock here…” Looking down at him, Kate wonders why Nathan doesn’t have a girlfriend. The first and biggest reason is probably because he’s a gamer. Not really about being geeks or anything, gamers are notorious for prioritizing their hobbies over their girlfriends. And like he said it himself, he could be very negative sometimes. Being the product of a broken marriage, Nathan all too painfully reminds Kate of her ex Josh, who’s now in juvie along with his gang for the stunt that they pulled last Valentine’s and the o