Tim Drake And Bernard Novels & Stories

“Drake and I are no longer together.” Silence. Utter silence. Every pair of eyes fixed on me. “Say something,” I muttered. “Why are you all looking at me like that?” Mrs. Lisa sighed dramatically. “You’re just upset again. Talk it out with her, Drake. Be a man. Our Terisa is spoiled.” “It’s not the time for pranks, Terisa,” Mr. Peter said lightly. Phew. Dad nearly choked, spitting out the food in his mouth. “You’re joking… you’re not serious, right?” he asked. Then he turned to Drake. “Didn’t you get her the Hermès Birkin she asked for?” He smiled as if this was some childish tantrum.

Drake successfully got rid of Dr. Derek Simmons. They have been a nemesis for such a long time. It's all because he can't accept the fact that Celine is already his wife. Killing him was a bad idea so he just vanished Derek to the next century. By this time, he should already be stuck on that timeline. Now, Drake can go back to the year 2000. It's about time to be with his wife and child. Maybe it's best to just stay there and live like the rest of the people during that time.

Drake stares at the both of us suspiciously, but I’m not sure he coded because Denver twists the conversation. "I'm in love with someone else, Drake. And don't ask me who. When it’s time, I will tell you about her, and just be aware that I and Sandra have nothing together anymore. So whatever she says to you, trash it, because you’d be disappointed if I said mine.”

“Did Drake get those right.” Lydia’s blush was gone and she now had a small smile on her face, when she answered Julian she only had eyes for the man sitting across the table from her. “Actually yeah, he got all four right. He’s very attentive. Finally breaking eye contact with drake she turned her head to look at Julian once more. “Okay and Lydia answered.” “Drake likes fitness, theatre, scouting out new properties and me.” “Oh really.” Drake said, “cocky much.”

"Whatever. They're not insulting me anyway." "But Miss Bernard doesn't seem to have the strongest nerves, and she's been asking why we haven't hired a PR team to deal with it." Drake adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, snorting, "The bigger the mess, the better. Hiring a PR team would only ruin the show. I laid out the pros and cons, and she accepted. This is not on us." "Fair enough." He turned to Kale, spreading his arms as if inviting judgment. "Well? How do I look?"

The video on the phone had a headline; ‘MIGHTY CEO'S FIGHT FOR ONE WOMAN; ONE GETS KILLED BY THE OTHER’. “That's a lie, he didn't die.” Drake hissed and stood up from the bed. “I just want to be now, so please leave.” He said and pulled the door open for them. “Chasing us out of a hospital? Men, that's not how it should be.” Bernard chuckled. It was always a silly joke to him every time as he always played with everything that came his way, same with Raymond but Raymond was a touch of him and Mike who was sophisticated and calm as Drake.

Bernard mainly discussed business matters involving future collaborations, investment opportunities, and the upcoming charity gala project. He spoke calmly and intelligently, making it easy to understand why he became so successful despite his relatively young age. But even while listening to him… Part of my mind remained somewhere else entirely… Dominic and I hated that. “You know Dominic Petrov?” I asked suddenly before I could stop myself. Across the table, Bernard looked mildly surprised by the question before nodding slowly. “Who doesn’t?” he answered smoothly. His tone sounded casual, but I noticed the slight sharpness hidden beneath it. He leaned back slightly in his chair before cont

But the pull was strong as the mate-bond itself. Drake’s decision was final. He would not run this time. He would face her. The next morning, Gerald came running toward the laboratory building and he clutched a half-eaten breakfast in one hand. His hurried steps slowed when his eyes caught sight of Drake sitting stiffly on the bench in front of the laboratory doors. “Drake?” Gerald’s voice cracked, the word leaving his lips before he could stop it. Drake's whole body radiated a cold weight. He rose from the bench with slow movements, His gaze pierced Gerald.

Drake A call from Dominic made me frown. Why was he calling me? He knew today was my first day at Sylvester’s. I had just announced Lucien as the CEO of Sylvester’s and returned to my office to lick my injured ego. What might Daniella have thought of me? The phone buzzed nonstop, and I accepted the call. “Yes, bro.” “Drake, Grandpa had a mild cardiac arrest. He’s been admitted to Queens Hospital. Reach there right away.”

It felt as if everything had come to an end. A week later, Tyr stood in front of a window in a café. He was looking out at the view of a large piece of construction land. Two men stood behind him. One of them was Drake Tucker, while the other was a man with a beard called Donald Lewis. He was a big-shot who specialized in developing the most high-class villas in Khanh City. His position in the property industry was only second to Carl Hill. Donald was also one of Drake’s team members. During the wedding which took place in the City of Skies, Donald and Drake appeared together.