Sam Drake Novels & Stories

he said, reaching out to steady him. But Samson turned toward Elena and winked. “Why don’t you take me home? At least, we can continue our drinking session!” “Mr. Samson …” she began, but Drake interrupted. “Samson, your car is there,” Drake said sharply, trying to maintain his composure. He couldn’t afford to offend Mr. Samson openly because the man has power and influence. He reached out, holding Samson's arm, trying to pull him away from Elena.

With that, he got into a sleek sports car and drove off, leaving me stunned and bewildered. I couldn't believe how much Sam had changed. He was no longer the timid and submissive person I once knew. He was now confident, rich, and seemingly powerful. But what shocked me the most was how he had managed to remove the slave band. It was an impossible feat, one that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. Suddenly, a Lamborghini stopped in front of me, more expensive than the earlier sports car. The door swung open, and there sat Drake. "You're here, sir," I replied, my voice laced with surprise.

"Can you speak softer, you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone." Drake laughs and says. "I don't care what other people think about it because all I want to do to you is forever in my mind." I slap his arm and say. "Stop talking. Focus on your food." I can't believe I got a mate that is sweet and caring to me. Drake is probably 1.74cm tall which makes me feel short since I am about 1.65cm. Drake is the type of guy that I could love forever because he is handsome, muscular and all the things that girls will describe him.

But he had already begun sharing his story, so I stayed silent and listened. "Kitten, if you recall... I was only eight years old back then," Drake began quietly. "My mother was Samantha Monteverde Logan. Honestly, my name should have been Drake Logan, but unfortunately, my father, Daniel, was a good-for-nothing man. That’s why my grandfather Rodolfo eventually took me away from him. Daniel was one of the main reasons my mother left us so early.

he says goodbye without even looking at me. “I’ll let her know. First I need to see Esther,” Sam replies. The office falls silent again. Only the printer humming and the constant typing break the stillness. Suddenly my phone explodes with a sharp ringtone that takes over the room. “Yes?… what?… oh, I’m sorry, that’s terrible… okay,” I hang up, my voice trembling. “What happened?” Sam asks, peeking over his computer. “It’s Drake. He says his grandfather had an accident… although it looks more like a murder,” I explain, pretending distress while hiding the strange spark of emotion running through me.

He took his time moving her around and making sure she didn’t make a sound. Drake crawled along the side of Samantha, sniffing and growling like a wild dog. “What are going to do to me?” Samantha asked fear lacing her voice. “Why do you humans always have to know what is going to happen?” demanded Drake. In seconds Drake had in his hand a thin blade a brand he knew well. He pressed the knife to Samantha’s neck making small cuts and listening to her tiny screams. “Oh, this boring. Human why don’t give me more? I thought you wanted to be an actress, so where are the feelings?” asked Drake as he pounded on his chest.

I said, squinting. "Long story short, the accident he had awakened a trauma in him that he'd buried deep inside for years, if he wants to heal, he should first start by admitting he has a problem something Eric says is impossible. " "He's not wrong you know, Drake is the most stubborn person alive! " I fall silent for a moment and run a hand through my hair. "I'm dying to go and see him, to bring him the comfort he needs. You can't imagine how anxious I am. "

He tells me he will be right back, as he walks with everyone out the door. Drake POV “I think it’s safe to say we have some kind of connection,” I say to the group. I can feel the frustration coming off Samuel, but he can’t deny it. She wants me to stay with her. She hasn’t been able to speak yet, but I know she can feel the sparks between us. Hell, maybe she doesn’t even realize what that means. I have no idea what they have shared with her.

It was so sad that they haven't enjoy their childish life. Samuel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and finding a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. The world continued to turn, and life moved forward, even in the face of adversity. Jeff's phone rang with a familiar tune, and he quickly answered. "Hey, drake. What's the status?" Drake's voice came through, brimming with excitement. "We're arriving in Chicago soon. The deal is done, my friend. Get ready for some serious cash."

“I hope you had a good lunch, Kat. “Yes, thank you, Sam. — Aware of Nav – Dhiraj – beside me, I wondered if I should introduce all. Sam settled the matter. With a quiet smile, he said: - Hey guys. I'm Sam Wilbanks. Kristin and Sandra returned the smile and said their names. —Dhiraj. - This time, no smile, he just waved. "I'm sure we'll meet again." Sam raised a hand. casual farewell. After he left, Kristin said: “He's quite handsome. I bet he's an actor. "It came close," I said. — He's a screenwriter. Are you doing research for a movie Hollywood. "It's almost as glamorous," Kristin said. “Time to go,” Sandra said. “We've got a game stuck in the middle, waiting for us.