Novel & Cerita Tim Drake Fanfiction

But I guess I failed, and this is my second chance. I watched him starve and get cold, I watched him cry and grow. A day in heaven is far more different than a day on earth. My armor was gone and same with my other powers, I will be like this for one month. A month equivalent to decade on earth. Day by day I started to understand why they want him dead. Sometimes I wish he will not wake up from his sleep and will be gone so that his sufferings will end. I saw him grow strong, there are days that I try to manifest as an old man giving him food or penny. There are days I pretend to be one of his classmate and hand him help. As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them,

And in the silence after, as his arm tightened around me and his breath slowed, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t just desire. It was an obsession. And it was going to destroy everything. His weight pressed me deep into the mattress, his chest heavy against mine as he groaned my name into my ear. My body trembled beneath him, still pulsing around his cock, milking every drop he gave me. I thought he’d pull out. I thought it was over. But Drake didn’t move. Instead, he kissed my neck, slow and rough, his cock still buried inside me, twitching. “Fuck… you think I’m done with you already?” he whispered darkly.

"Go on, then, since you think you know everything about me." "I do know everything about you, but that's not the subject for now," Drake said, shifting his gaze to a picture of me and my mother at the beach. "Like I was saying, she might hate you initially, but she will eventually come to forgive you because I'm your true mate, not hers," he said. Again, he was right, but I didn't want to break my mother's heart again after she lost my dad, her real mate. I wasn't sure if her heart could take it, especially because it seemed like she really liked Drake.

To be a good Alpha, you have to put the people's needs above yours, and you don't even have enough time to focus on your own life. So it makes me wonder why people get extremely drunk and mad for power. The way I see it, you're basically a slave to the people. "Is it possible to speak with him?" I asked eagerly. I wanted to talk with my brother. I wanted to make sure he was okay. To tell him not to be afraid, and that everything was going to be alright. I wanted him to know that I won't abandon him. "I'm sorry Drax. Damian doesn't let anyone around his room. So it'll be impossible for now." Bart said, breaking my heart. "But I'll be sure to call you when I have access to him." He reassured m

He affirmed my identity just as I affirmed his. Luxuria Drakton. One of my father's best friends. My father had two best friends and one would think that both friends of his would also be friends but that wasn't the case. Luxuria Drakton and Grayson Drakton. Brothers. But I had never met brothers who hated each other as much as both did.

The officer barely made the turn. “Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass.” I did as he said. I love that he was such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come. Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn’t even see his car now. “We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us.” Drake said. He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and hel

Ella tried to explain why she didn't inform him about this earlier but Drake already hung up the phone. Drake threw his phone onto the bed in frustration. Whomever of his worker called the cops was getting fired, it made him realise how much he despised humans before he fell in love one but unlike them she was brave and courageous at the same time naive and innocent. “How could people of same species be so different?” He thought to himself. Quickly grabbing his fresh cloths he removed his shirt from last night, showing his sinfully beautiful body with muscular chest and abs. He threw his blood soaked shirt from last night away and dressed up professionally.

he had a blueprint of the club. Draco slowly turned his head toward me. Just enough that I caught the edge of his profile. "You should stay here." I scoffed. "You expect me to wait quietly while something exciting is happening?" "Yes." He said shortly. "That sounds terribly boring." I said back to him. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, before he could respond, Daemon pushed through the doorway without bothering to knock. "What the hell happened?" Draven followed close behind. "We heard shouting downstairs."

I found him like that. It's not that I don't want to be with him. I do. And I love him, more than I planned to, more than it felt safe. But I know that at some point, his need to save everyone was going to get in the way of our relationship. I cannot watch another man give his all to people while slowly emptying himself. I can understand helping someone once in a while, but that's not Liam. He is completely devoted to his family, to every person who comes to him with open arms.