Nathan Drake Video Games Novels & Stories

Mason said. On the screen, a live stream from Geneva appeared. The historian Claudia had recruited was speaking to a small but eager press gathering. His voice carried authority, his words cutting. “The Drakes built their empire on trade that crossed forbidden lines. They profited from conflict, carrying goods that fed both sides. While debts may have been repaid, the stain of those choices lingers.” Claudia’s face appeared briefly in the background, her expression cold and triumphant. Noah muted the stream before the board could hear more. He looked at Evelyn. “She released it faster than expected.”

Other than the title, any information on The Sovereign was a strictly guarded secret. Nathaniel looked up at me from behind his desk with a disapproving look. His greying hair was the only potential indication of his age, which was somewhere in his mid fifties, although the rest of him could pass for late thirties. He wore a traditional professional three piece suit, and other than when we were training, I never saw him in anything else. In stark contrast to Nathaniel, Drake grinned when he saw me and I raised my eyebrows as he shamelessly checked my body out, before finally meeting my eyes. Drake was the very definition of a Greek god. His olive skin tone held the hint of an ethereal glow a

Drake looked proud and smiled during the first half, but his expression turned embarrassed and sheepish during the second half, especially when Evelyn mentioned his love for spicy food and horror movies. Amber: "Five things I love about Nathan: his adventurous spirit, his creativity, his empathy, his sense of humor, and his handsome beard. And five things I hate about him: his dirty socks, his constant teasing, his 'dad' jokes, his leaving the cap off the toothpaste, and his snoring!" Nathan grinned and looked proud during the first half, but his face turned bright red and he looked embarrassed during the second half.

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.

RANK 1: FoxDragon RANK 2: Sekani Nathan leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking. For years, he had chased FoxDragon. He had studied their code like it was fine art—elegant, ruthless, and possessing a specific kind of digital "scent" that felt strangely familiar, though he could never place why. He had spent countless nights trying to out-hack them, but FoxDragon always remained one step ahead, a ghost in the machine. "I’m coming for you," Nathan whispered, his voice raspy from disuse.

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.

I pulled him up and wiped his face with my handkerchief. He stopped crying and stared at me with confusion written all over his face. I told you, I love to play games. "Drake, please attend to my friend,Nicholai and make sure he doesn't feel a need for anything. Bleed him to death but won't die until the dawn. He has to regret betraying me with each of his last breath."I threw the gun for Drake to catch it and turned my back to them, preparing to leave the gloomy place which stores my dark secrets.

“You are free to believe what you want. Jaden is dead anyway.” Drake saw red the moment Keagan mentioned Jaden’s name. He shifted into his beast and was ready to attack him. And at this moment, Nessa was thrown back to the time when Thorne killed the last rogue. Her heart was pounding against her ears when she watched how Thorne was going to do the same to Drake. “NO! DON’T!” Nessa shouted even before she could think clearly. Her voice startled Thorne; he lost his moment, and Drake managed to claw his face, but before he could land a fatal blow, Thorne had kicked the beast away.

Hearing him say those words, her cheeks flutter red for reasons she couldn't comprehend as she playfully pinch him. Natash arrived at the office the next day wearing a red halter neck top and a black slit skirt, they were tight on her body and presented her cleavage in the right way. Natash is wearing a gold wrist watch and a gold necklace, today she applied a very light makeup that could barely be seen. Walking into the conference Hall, her four most trusted men were waiting for her. Robert who she met first and the hands behind the computer, Derrick the brain of the company, she had met Derrick when she still had nothing, he was robbed and beaten and was at the point of death when Natash f

Brayden mutters under his breath. "Daddy that's a nickel in the swear jar." Nia said before looking at Hannah and smiling. "Girls I need to follow the adults for a meeting." Brayden tries to defend himself knowing what's coming. "Hannah, my Daddy's really not ticklish but if poke special spots he flops as a fish wanna see?" Nia said with an evil smile. "Isn't that just pressure points?" James asks walking up to the small crowd on the ground. "Yes!" Brayden yells trying to free himself from the two girls.