Nathan Drake Video Games Novels & Stories

Dr Hunter said earning himself a cold laugh from Nathaniel. “I’ll like to see you fight when you’re dead,” Nathaniel said before he emptied his clip in Dr Hunter’s head. He felt a rush of adrenaline go through his veins and he knew this was exactly what he needed to feel alive again. Now he was going to deal with Rosalyn. He saw the text from Derek saying she was back. She was smart to return home without a fight. He left the body there for his men to clean up and dispose. He was back in the game. It had been a while since he made a kill and he tried to avoid it because he loved the rush he got from it. He loved it a little too much.

Drake pov : As soon as I reach my office and I immediately went into my secret room .I had made this room to keep a check on my enemies and rivals .when you are rich and successful its inevitable that u will have many rivals looking for a chance to pull you down .So I made this secret place where the best hackers and white hats work 24/7 observing and extracting data and information of other rivals . I blasted into the room ,Everyone where surprised . I shouted ,"so how is the work going did you track the location of the car number I asked you too ."

"What the hell is this?" The door didn't just open; it hit the stopper with a crack that sounded like a bone snapping. Nathan stood there, a wall of tailored charcoal wool and cold, hard violence. His tie was ripped open, his hair a mess from the wind, and his eyes—usually a calculated silver—were now dark, turbulent, and fixed entirely on Drake’s hands against my face. Drake didn't flinch. He didn't even stand up. He just let his thumbs swipe one last time across my cheekbones, drying the salt, before slowly pulling back. He looked at Nathan with the bored expression of a man who owned the room.

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.