Nathan Drake Video Games Novels & Stories

Nathan rasped, the word vibrating in the small room. Drake stood up, smoothing his borrowed jacket. "I’d stay and chat, but I think I’ve done enough for the Cocolink tonight. Next time you want to lose your husband, Nathan, maybe don't do it near a deep end. He's not exactly a fish." Drake winked at me—a quick, sharp gesture that felt like a secret—and sauntered out. The click of the door behind him was the loudest thing in the world.

The massacre. Nathan walked to were Drake was watching the fight from above. "Hey bat! Why don't you face me now!" He challenged. Drake looked down and bursted into laugher. "The so call chosen one?" Drake came down from the sky, softly landing on his feet with a grin. "Prepare to die." Nathan growled getting his claws out. "Really? You do not know who I am, senseless dog, I shall bury you with my hands." Drake said to the boy as he grew bigger. He went straight to his last unbeatable card.

"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?"

Frederick gritted. "That's not enough reason to kill your own brother.” Drake said in a low tone. "I have one million reasons to end his life. And I would do it over again if he were alive! Nathan said I wasn't going to inherit anything from our father and he degraded my being as a mistress child. And I hated him for that and promised myself that I was going to do better than him in life. And I did. The illegitimate one became the greatest one...and I also did my best to ruin Nathan. When I found out that my dad left him a huge amount of money I decided to stop him after I realized that Nathan was surely going to do well with the money...so I killed him. Disregarding me is enough reason to k

He said. Landon wondered quietly within him. What exactly would Nathan have to give him that he didn't have already? What game was Nathan playing here? "You have my attention Nathan. Please tell me. What exactly do you have that I'm in need of?" Landon asked. "You want Draven don't you?" Nathan said with a sly smile. "I can give you Draven. Or at least the key to his destruction." Landon sat up immediately, his attention piqued at once. "How do you mean?" He asked.

Drake replied he persuaded Natty to accompany him. Natty wants to go back to her room, but seeing how Drake asks her to come into play makes Natty unable to resist anymore. With half forced Natty follows Drake to a public basketball court where Drake trains alone. By bringing his basketball, Drake started the game. But he didn’t mean it in play. Even often Drake lets Natty hold the ball and score. Then Drake would pretend to be disappointed, but he smiled broadly, and indeed his eyes twinkle as if he were pleased.

Way to be inconspicuous. Drake wordlessly sat down, and I glimpsed at the screen, seeing two videos. Drake clicked on the first video and played after buffering for a moment. The screen lit up once more and the sparks of light from the video jumped out and bounced off the walls. I looked, one by one, at Drake, Parker and Justin, their faces eerie under the dull glow. The screen was glitching grey as it shimmied into picture.

he whispered in her ear. “If you two are finished, I will get on with my speech,” The elder Dr Andrei glared at Madchen and Nick. “Sorry,” Nick sheepishly hung his head. Madchen straightened, trying to hide her anxiety. “Drago has just come back from a contracted tour overseas, where he treated wounded soldiers. I can assure you he is more than capable at doing his job,” Grigo eyed his audience, who hung on his every word. “Please give him a warm welcome, and give him a hand if he needs anything,”

Escape demanded a clean, irrevocable break. That sweltering summer, I had been preparing for studying abroad. My application was approved, and I smoothly got my visa. As I boarded the flight to Bris, Shannon's reconciliation text arrived. [Why did you block me on every platform? It's been three months, and you're still throwing a tantrum? Hunter and I are together, but we can still hang out as friends. Quit the drama and unblock me.] Her message oozed that familiar arrogance. She sounded certain I'd slink back, no matter how she trampled my dignity.