The Drifters Novels & Stories

The clubhouse's whores were plucked from the bed of whomever they were entertaining and presented to me. I refused them with a smile but relaxed myself and accepted the alcohol I was presented with. It was homemade, they said, but whatever it was it tasted good. Igor grinned sheepishly as he raised his glass of whiskey, 'The Drifters are different. Calling them clever would be fair. They know who to respect and keep distance from, and who to mess with. You fall in the former list.' 'But weren't you skeptical about me visiting them? All bikers are nasty. Didn't you say that?'

"Deal?" "Okay." I had said with a nod. Cyrus walked around me and toward the door, he paused and looked back at me. "Keep in mind that there could be others like us out there." He warned but his tone was calm like he knew what he was talking about. I gave another nod and waved goodbye. Ch 7

And I will hold you and cover you with my unfailing love. You ever had that moment where you realize that you have just made a humongous mistake? And want to take it back. Well that is how I felt as I was seconds from plunging into my death. “I made a mistake, I do not want to die.” I screamed in head, those sweet words stuck in head. But it was already too late, its not as if I could grow wings and fly away back up. All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters.

Drago's grin turned savage as he spotted his prey--a ship, sails furled, docked and unaware of the danger approaching. "Now we strike," he growled, his voice like gravel. "Leave no one alive." The crew roared in bloodthirsty approval, brandishing weapons and grappling hooks. Their tender boats launched, stealthily cutting through the water toward the oblivious merchant ship. Drago's laugh boomed over the thunder as the raiders swarmed aboard the helpless vessel. Steel rang out as screams pierced the night. The crew fought valiantly against Drago's ruthless band of marauders. Swords swung, daggers flashed, and bodies fell as the pirates overwhelmed the defiant defenders.

"Now, would you look at that, dear brother! What about a free whore before the hunt? I bet it would do wonders for our nerves and tense muscles! What do you say?" "I am all in, brother!" "Fuck you both! What is this? Teenage antics and stupid threats? Let me go, and go fuck each other!" Drifta`s presence pushed a vibrating growl up my throat. At least she backed me up a little while still refusing to resurface or shift, but it did nothing in my favor. Both laughed and made fake, scared grimaces between each other, just to burst out laughing again. "What a sharp tongue you got there! Oh well!"

“Wait… are you streaming her?” Carl didn’t answer, I didn’t either. At that point the announcement system crackled again. “Next stop…” People shifted nervously toward the doors, some left, most stayed. The three men he’d hired stood around me, their cocks already out, thick and heavy and black. People seemed oblivious at first or perhaps they wondered where this was driving at.

"I will burn every server in the East before I let her turn him into a 'Functional Asset.'" The Strategic Drift The barge captain—a "Broken Asset" named Miller who had lost his family to a corporate purge in '09—approached them. He moved with a "calm, loyal" silence, his face a map of scars and sea salt. "We’re crossing the 'Digital Dead Line' in twenty minutes," Miller grunted, pointing toward a stretch of the New Jersey coastline that was uncharacteristically dark. "Once we hit the marshes, the 'Dragonfly' drones can't find us. The methane from the bogs messes with their thermal sensors. But we have to ditch the truck."

Hearing calypso word Draco and Jasmine shared a look but quickly shifted their gaze back to fisher man who was talking to Savannah… “I would have not made it alive back… but they helped me… my ship broke in storm…” Savannah replied politely and turned to Draco and Jasmine who were standing behind her… Jasmine and Draco were little taken a back with her words… they kept looking at all fishermen who were now staring at them with amazed look in their eyes…. “Who are you mister….?” one of fisher man asked Draco.. and quietly peeked at Tallis large ship behind him.. “I am Draco… and we are voyagers…. me and my women we… were heading towards…. some place when our ship was caught up in sudden thund

They'd rather not be flung around like a ragtag bunch of sticks again. Fina and Isabel both sprang back to consciousness and threw themselves far away. Quickly, Fina jumped onto the large rocks that I could barely make out, and Isabel charged forward, pointing the muzzle of her gun at the attackers. Witness The Drift in action right here. Their combined tactics have left me in awe. Chase, Fabian, Mira, Fina, and Isabel all came at it from different directions. You're looking at the first-ever Drift! Within a matter of meters, Chase, Fabian, and Mira would be at his side. As I watched them approach in a mild panic, my chest began to heave.

The moment I stepped through the door, Todd's call blasted through my speaker. "Why didn't you come along?" he demanded, his voice furious and accusatory. "Are you seriously throwing a tantrum over a drink? Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?" I quietly changed into my slippers. "When you all left, I was in the restroom taking a call." He paused, his voice tightening. "What could be so important that it took that long?" He still believed it was my fault. "Whatever. We're staying out here by the coast until dawn. Just grab a cab back yourself."