Tim Drake And Bernard Novels & Stories

He saw his granny Martha who was so focused on making a bouquet of red flowers on the long table which was covered by an off-white colored table cloth. The person who does the skirting was Dave and Drake. These two look so cute together as a couple but it's not true because they're both boys and they are each other as friends. Both of them had a dark past and heartbreaking past affair so they felt and share the same thoughts that's why they look like brothers in mind, heart, and blood. When Steph died after sucking Damon's blood, Drake thought his world ends because he failed to express his love for her since they treated each other as best of friends.

As a result of this, I will arrived at Bloodlust quite late to have a conversation with Alpha Bernard. When all of a sudden, Drake came to a halt, I had been sitting still and looked out the windshield of my car. I turned to Drake and questioned, "Why did you stop?" as I glanced at him, I asked him. In response, I asked him what was going on, and he said, "There is occurring in front of us, Alpha Viktor."

"The Xanders are useless now, and Grayson is on the brink of death. Who can compete with our family?" Draco said. Bernard began, "So you're saying…" "It's just Neil and Caroline. It'll be fine once we deal with them," Draco replied casually. "That's a wise choice, sir. I await your order," Bernard said with a smile. Draco looked at him with displeasure. "I told you not to dirty our hands with such matters, didn't I?"

Drake’s smile vanished. “What’s the schedule?” Carson asked, glancing at the time. Though it was nearly noon, he knew nothing urgent awaited him until evening. Drake cleared his throat. “We need to check on the club at Northeast Mulberry. You have an appointment with Top and Greg. That’s about it. But later tonight, we need to—” “Shh!” Carson cut him off, his eyes darting to Luna. She appeared lost in thought, but he didn’t trust her not to overhear.

Please," I beg him. Try to understand me. You're also a man. I'm not saying I won't follow your arrangement. I only desire to serve a female client. Mr. Drake laughs evilly at my words. He laughed until tears started plummeting from his eyes. "What's so funny? Why is he laughing like this? Did I say something wrong? "I knew it. You're such a greedy man." Do you want a female client? He asks. A female client to fuck? I am sorry to disappoint you. No female desires an old man like you. Terry wants you, he wants you to be his girlfriend. You're bound to him forever. And don't ever request this nonsense again or else, "he warned.

*** Drake Marc showed up a little while later, and the minute he got there it was useless to try and get anything else done. The man talked more than most women. Drake had to wrap up a few things, but the minute he was done, he stood and twisted his torso, popping his back as Marc stood at the bulletin board in his office. "You ready?" Marc turned to face him. "I mean, the teddy bears are in need of someone to fluff them. You look like just the guy for the job."

Having a fella running the house like his dad use to say. "Even Bay only found out few days ago." Mrs Vivian added. "You have to apologize to the Sanders.” Mr Frederick grounded out. "Yes son. You need to apologize for humiliating Serena and her daughter.” Mrs Vivian pat his shoulder gently. "I will talk to Bay tomorrow.” Drake mumbled. "Why not now?" Mrs Vivian asked. "I have a meeting with an investor online.” Drake lied. "Okay just make sure you apologize to them then we can think of what to do next.” Mr Frederick stood up to leave for the bedroom.

Just as Nadia picked up her fork, she heard a familiar voice. “Glad you could make it, Nadia.” She turned to see Drake approaching with his signature easygoing smile. His presence alone attracted attention—Drake Thatcher was not only Theodore’s cousin but a well-known figure in the industry. Nadia returned the smile. “Happy birthday, Drake.” Drake chuckled. “Thanks. I didn’t expect you to come, but it’s a nice surprise.” Then his eyes drifted past her, and he blinked in surprise when he realized who was sitting beside her.

He placed his ears on top of the ground to hear it clearly but then it stopped. “Didn’t I tell you, he would be helpful? Look at him, he came to help us without lazing around in that big mansion.” Bernard said and came out of his hiding. “I don’t know how useful he will be for us. I was thinking that he would be caught by Marlon as he was following him too close earlier,” Faris commented and jumped in front of Drake. Drake saw them both and tears rolled down his eyes. He leaped on both of them and rolled on the mud ground happily.

Henderson’s history class and the time Tommy Jenkins set off the fire alarm during a midterm. "God, remember that?" Drake laughs, throwing his head back. The column of his throat is exposed, tan and muscular, and Adrian has to tear his eyes away. "We were such idiots back then." "Yeah," Adrian replies with a weak, awkward smile. "Total idiots." He answers Drake’s probing questions with short, clipped sentences, nervous chuckles escaping him whenever Drake’s gaze lingers a second too long. The air in the car feels thick, charged with an electricity Adrian isn't sure how to navigate. He feels exposed, as if Drake can see right through the polite facade he’s trying to maintain.