Tim Drake Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Okay! I think we shouldn't act too drastic. If this was as a result of your naughty fantasy about the girl you claimed to meet at your friend's house, then that means you have the same naughty thoughts about the other people and were able to create an illusion of some sort in your mind. Since you've snapped from it now, then let's act if it happens again. It might not happen anymore, since you've realized all has been fake, so don't go hand over yourself to some obsessive physiatrist that would label you as an interesting subject and begin probing your brain." After Dylan's analysis, as usual, Drake was able to see this in a different light. That's right. Even though all those aren't real,

" I'm used to it." In her imaginary world, she would have wanted Drake to spend the night with her in the house. But what if Dad got home earlier than usual or he changes his mind and comes back tonight? Well, it's not like that is ever going to happen. All thanks to her imagination. She sighed in disappointment. Drake took a step forward, his eyes burning into hers, causing the flurry of butterflies that still hadn’t left her insides to flutter faster. He leaned down to kiss her forehead softly. "Goodnight, Jane." He whispered. Her heart fluttered frantically.

Justin shook his head, "I'm not gay." "I know you're not." "There's something about him though," Justin breathed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, "that drives me nuts." *** "This is the real chapter," Draven said, shoving a booklet towards Eric who had not expected it to be that huge, "there are two different versions; you will tell me which one is your favourite and you'll let me know why. You'll correct anything you find odd, and even the design, you need to tell me. It won't hurt me, I promise."

Dray Well, so far, this week has been full of surprises. Travian’s suspicions about my little jewel’s dragon were right. Not to mention that our dear sister found her mate. That thrilled mom and dad. I am pretty sure mom and Salaria are already planning the wedding. Drake and I had just walked into the room. I shut the door and pretty much ran into Drake. I was about to say something when I saw what stopped him in his tracks. Ty had just walked out of the bathroom and was wrapped in a fluffy black towel. All three of us just stood there staring at each other. I walked over to her and ran my finger along her cheek. Her skin was still warm from the shower. My other hand was at the

Drake fucked him like he had a point to prove, like he wanted to imprint every thrust into the man’s memory. The prep table rocked and their sweat slicked the metal. Drake gripped Emery’s legs, pushed them higher, his cock deeper and the force of his thrusts came harder. “You filthy fuck,” Drake snarled. “Writing about me like I’m some fantasy chef just to get this again.” “I need this,” Emery groaned. “God—keep going—harder—please—” Drake bent low, bit at Emery’s neck, and slammed deeper.

I put my finger to my lips and smirk at drake “His name is Darren and he is from old oaks so yeah I think that’s close to you guys. We definitely love him, yes I’m marked and mated and it was so freaking hot. He is tall dark and made by god himself but don’t tell him that I don’t want him getting to big headed, he’s already a cocky bastard and I don’t think his head would fit through the door if it got any bigger” His jaw drops as Layla laughs in my head hysterically, Emma nearly chokes, she snorts and laughs so hard. “Now why don’t we arrange a phone date for tonight when I’m settled in and we can have a real conversation then?” I add, she squeals “Yes pleaseee that sounds amazing!” “Good,

All I have to do is to come up with a convincing sob story that no one can resist not even Drake. I tried searching for him in his house but I was told he went back home to his family. Jeremy asked around and we got his location, but when we arrived at his location, I found out that things are no longer the same. Drake did not wait around for me as I expected, he has found himself a woman. And this lady is so special to him that he dragged her to the Alter and put a ring on her fucking finger. He never loved me as he loved her, he never treated me this way, he never looked at me like he looks at her. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that she used a love-binding spell on him. It hur

"I just don't care." Drake let out a frustrated breath and dropped onto the edge of my bed‚ running both hands over his face like I was physically causing him pain. He was my beta‚ had been since we were twenty five years old and I took my position as Alpha of the Greymoon pack. He was also the closest thing I had to a best friend‚ after Ethan‚ which meant he was one of the only people on this planet who could talk to me like this without getting his throat ripped out.

he tells me. I manage a small smile, “I will.” As I walk out the door, a beautiful sight greets me. Drake is sitting on the waiting chair, with his head against the wall, fast asleep. On his thigh is Trevor, who’s asleep too. Drake has his hands protectively around him, like they were father and son. I’m moved to tears despite my predicament, they are too perfect. I watch them for a while, taking the image of them to memory. The possibilities are endless, what could be, only if I let it.

Instead, I relaxed against him, letting my head rest lightly against Rowan’s chest. Deliberate and Final. Drake’s expression darkened. “Terisa,” he said, his voice tightening, “I know you. And I know this—whatever this is—it’s not real.” He took a step forward, determination flashing in his eyes. “I’ll figure it out. I’ll expose everything. And when I do…” he added, his jaw set, “everyone will see the truth.” I didn’t move. I didn’t respond. I just stayed exactly where I was—in Rowan’s arms.