Tim Drake X Conner Kent Novels & Stories

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.”

I look over at Kurt and see he's listening closely. Alpha George then says there are two more names on the list and I know for sure one of them is Connors. I grow even more nervous. " The next name is Drake. He was arrested for helping in a rogue attack," says Alpha George. Oh great, the next is Connor's name. I know it. I look at Tasha once more and see her eyes are glued to Alpha George. My eyes then shift to Kirt to see he's doing the same. I then look right back at Alpha George as he starts to read the last name.

Xander lifted that bimbo off his lap, rushed to the stranger behind me, and did a brotherly hug and ruffled the stranger's hair. Drake and Xander had similar features but drake was slightly shorter than Xander about 6'3 probably. He had strong grey eyes unlike Xander's ocean blue eyes, other than that they had features similar to each other. They both had blemish-free radiant skin that had a healthy glow to it. Both had lean built and strong aura around them. They both were incredibly handsome, there was no doubt in it. After their little gesture, Xander took a seat opposite me near Tyra. And Drake took a seat beside me.

Drake removed his coat and appearing wearing a necktie and longsleeve and his pants. “Let’s talk first, in the bed.” Drake said. Heart nodded. “Okay, sir.” Heart lied down there, Drake went on her top. He was hovering her. “You know, I am just doing this because my girlfriend is in coma.” He started. Heart’s eyes widened and remembered Dimitri.

“I see you got it all. Thank God, and I’m still very sorry.” “Again, it’s fine, I’m Drake. You?” He politely stretched forth his hand to me for a handshake. “Uhm… Evans.” I took his hand. Again, a very soft palm he has. “So what are you doing here, looking all cute and interesting to talk with already?” “Oh, uhm, I’m here for an audition.” I replied looking all flushed. “Alright then, I look forward to watching you sing.” He patted me on my shoulder and walked out almost immediately after giving a simple smile.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

After half an hour, I finally arrived at the mall, ready for some shopping. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the magnificent entrance. Perhaps, once Sierra became Luna, I would bring her here and let her choose whatever her heart desired. Just as I was about to enter the mall, I froze upon hearing a familiar voice—a voice I had hoped never to hear again. "Hey, Dean, old friend, it's been a while." I turned around and came face to face with Drake. He hadn't changed a bit. His dark blue eyes and gray hair intrigued me, as I wondered about his fondness for that color.

Nyla nodded. "Alright. Just don't work too late." "I won't," Damon assured her as he answered the call and walked toward his study. His body tensed at whatever was said on the other end, and his pace quickened. Once he closed the door, he asked coldly, "Are you sure?" Spencer's voice came through clearly in the quiet room. "Yes, Mr. Sumner. I've got the footage. Ms. Sumner did meet with Drake two nights ago."

Winifred had no idea what he had up his sleeve. Not only was Tyr absent, but Drake Tucker, Henry Walker, and the others were all gone as well. They must be with Tyr right now. At around ten at night, a fleet of black cars sped towards Khanh City International Airport. Tyr and Drake were riding in the same vehicle. At that moment, Drake’s mood was in sync with Winifred and the others, feeling restless. There were less than twenty-four hours until the concert. The live broadcast platforms had been urging Drake’s team to quickly send them the details of the concert performers, so they could prepare corresponding introductions and make arrangements.

"Coming by soon. Need to talk about this Drake situation." I texted back acknowledging the text, paced her small living room while she got interviewed behind closed doors. Through the door I could hear her voice, confident and clear as she answered questions I couldn't make out, and pride swelled in my chest despite the anxiety eating at my gut. Connor showed up looking grim. "We need to talk." "About Drake?" "Yes, about Drake." He sat on her couch and pulled out his tablet. "I've been digging deeper into most of his investments like you asked and it's not good."