Tim Drake Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He was surprised by the fact that she would still entertain him even though he had not communicated with her since San Valentino. Perhaps it's because she doesn't know how messed up I really am. An hour and a half later he was seated in a waiting room. He had traded out his usual smart attire for a more casual look. He was dressed in a blue and white stripped dress shirt, black skinny jeans and a pair of black vans. He was no longer Morgan Drake the doctor but Morgan Drake the patient. This was a dynamic that would take a lot of getting used to. Five minutes later, a petite blonde haired woman ushered him into the doctor's office.

Emily said gently. Drake lay on his side quietly contemplating everything in his life. He’d never really had a family, had come from the wrong side of the tracks. He’d settled for being a warrior although he’d always wanted more. When he met Troy and got the Beta offer, it felt like his luck had finally changed. He found a pack where he fit in, found an Alpha he could actually respect and people with more heart than he’d ever known. It’s also where he’d found his Emily.

Stop lying to me. Drake closed his eyes. He assured her, "I'm still fine, my stray... even if I get a thousand times of torture, I will be fine." Emily's lips trembled, worried at him. She couldn't even know how to think correctly. 'I— we'll go to the forest tonight, Drake, and I want you to trust me,' she said. Drake's forehead furrowed. Sarai, I feel scared... you'll be the death of me, my stray. ' "Drake hissed." His voice thundered.

Thomas told him, “He already found his new soulmate and lives together in his packhouse.” Hearing the most disturbing news, Drake suddenly stopped eating as he almost choked. After drinking a glass of water, he then stared at his father and smiled cold-bloodedly, “Then I’ll just need to kill his mate in front of him… slowly,” Drake then continued to chew the meat in his mouth, “so he could learn his lesson not to betray with me again with another man…” ***

With nothing else to do and too excited to sleep, Drake reflected on the turbulence this day brought him. During the games in the morning, Drake was helpless while watching other guys getting close to Talia to hold her hand. And then he felt pride when she got called out as the MVP of the tournament; happy about sharing ramen with her, anxious to be late due to the meeting that dragged, enraged when he saw Keith getting close to her, sad while she cried in his arms, joy when he won a toy for her, awe as he watched her dance around the bonfire, worry when he couldn't find her, and then peace and belonging when they reunited… and it all culminated with the kiss that opened his mind to another

He says. Suddenly the door opens and in stumbles a very sleepy Tate, he climbs in the bed rolling over half asleep and spooning Drake. Drake looks over his shoulder at him before turning back to me with a silly grin on his face. “You seem more comfortable here” I tell him. Drake seems to think for a second but doesn’t remove Tate’s arm that is wrapped around him instead pulls me closer before sitting up on his elbow looking down at me, his eyes darting to my lips for a second and he hesitates before leaning down and kissing me, his lips were soft on mine and I felt him pause for a second when I kissed him back before feeling his tongue run across my bottom lip wanting access.

I wonder how you'll scream when I tear his throat out in front of you. You have until the next full moon to come to me willingly. If you don't, I'll paint the Moonsville Pack with blood, starting with your precious mate. Just like that fateful day... You remember, little devil? That claw that slashed through me was our connection. I've waited sixteen years to claim you. I won't wait much longer. Your future mate, Drake The paper crumpled in my fist as rage and terror warred inside me. "You!" I screamed at her, tears streaming down my face. "You're working with him, aren't you?"

However, I alone know his true nature. Drake is a devil veiled in an angel's guise. When my mother and I first moved here two years ago, he was the only one in this pack who didn't discriminate against me, or at least, that's how he appeared. When that clique of popular kids at school locked me in the restroom, it was Drake who rescued me from despair. The moment he burst into the girls' bathroom and smashed open the stall door, I fell in love with him. He became my beacon of light in the darkness, my lifeline when I was sinking into the quagmire. Three months later, when he invited me to a party, my hands trembled nervously; six months later, when he whispered those three magical words of l

Drake responded causing Jessica to provide a wide tooth grin, she loved to be praised, something her mother and father had neglected to do while growing up. Drake swam to the ledge of the pool and pulled himself up, Lydia swam after him readying herself to climb the ledge when Drake leaned down and grabbed her hand. She allowed him to pull her out of the water and into his arms. He gave her a slow sensual kiss before pulling away and walking towards the table, where he’d set down his bag. Lydia stood near Dianne, but not to close as she didn’t want the wicked witch of the west to “accidentally” push her in. Drake reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny blue velvety box before turning back

Finally Drake — the most dominant of the three — grabbed my hair and fed me his cock, making me choke and drool everywhere. Drake looked down at me with dark eyes while I sucked him. “You’re about to be ruined by the school triplets, Reed. You ready for that?” I hummed a desperate “Mmm-hmm” around his thick cock, eyes watering. That was all the confirmation he needed.