Uncharted Drake's Fortune Chapters Novels & Stories

Drake said getting on to the main reason why he was here . “ You mean Mrs Sloan Brookes ? ” Ryan inquires creasing his brows “ Yes . Last night .” Drake replied handing him a cup of coffee . “ Why are you telling me this ? ” Ryan speer staring at Drake who chuckles slowly “ I'll be such a devil to let your uncle kill you and take your father's project .” Drake responded sipping from his coffee . “ what are you talking about ?” Ryan utters in mere disbelief . “ Lugard and a Chairman Oh are plotting , your stepmom Sloan is the bait. ” Drake states staring at the floor .

I grabbed Creed’s arm and nudged him to sit back down. “You said you had a book about blessed werewolves?” Drake asked. “Yah, I was looking through it before all of you got here.” I grabbed the book off my stand and handed it to Drake. “I want to see if there’s anything about the prophecy witch in here. Maybe there’s more to the story,” Drake said as he started flipping through the pages. “I didn’t think of looking for it because she was a witch.” Drake nodded as he continued to look.

Drake Drake woke up the next morning before Sicily, realizing it was Christmas and he had everything he needed. He rolled onto his side and reached out, brushing his hand down her back as gratefulness washed over him in suffocating waves. D and Michael Carrington had gone to great lengths to help him restart his life. They'd helped fake his death in a warehouse explosion, put on the funeral and D had played the part beautifully through the event. It was horrifying to think he let his brother go through that shit, but D wouldn't have had it any other way.

Now he needed to find out about the other twin. After Arystyn was seated Drake began to explain his plan. Drake sat in the back seat of his sedan next to Arystyn that afternoon. Drake’s mind went back to the day he had lost Lucinda. “Hello, my love!” Lucinda walked toward Drake “I have some shopping to do today would you like to join me?” Drake gazed lovingly at his wife, “As much as I’d love to spend the day picking out baby clothes with you, unfortunately, I have to settle this war between our packs. I have a meeting with John Fredrickson and it is not going to be pleasant!”

It had all started with that wild fantasy of mine, of course, conjuring up images of the hot billionaire naked and under the shower, beads of water glistening on his smooth skin. I sighed and slowly opened my eyes to confirm my suspicion that he was indeed asleep. I noted his resting face, which was breathtakingly handsome. As I gazed at his features in the dimness of the room, I couldn’t help but wonder why certain people were just born lucky. When they arrived on this earth, they got the whole package. The good looks. The money. And of course, the mind for business to make even more money, which also made them even more powerful, influential, and attractive to the opposite sex. Andy and I

Maya came to the pack only a few years ago, and if she is not Caden's mate, Drake would never let her close to him. Drake's parents were ambushed and killed because someone close to them betrayed them, Drake is certain of that. Yes, the official report says that it was rogues, but only a few people close to Drake's parents knew that they were heading for that trip. Unfortunately, many people had access to the packhouse, and they could sneak into Alpha's study to get access to important documents. Drake has no intention of repeating the same mistake. He will rather work with a few trustworthy people than hundreds who will backstab him when he is not paying attention.

“But Drake said… old things should always have a new owner.” The entire hall fell silent. Every eye turned to me. Some were curious, some were sympathetic, and others were waiting to watch me lose control. Instead, I ignored Lina and lifted my gaze to the man sitting beside her, Drake. Ten years ago, he had crawled to me through the cold rain in Brooklyn, covered in blood, begging to live like a stray dog on its last breath. I gave him a name. I gave him a gun, and I gave him the Manhattan port. Step by step, I placed him on the throne he sat on now. Yet, at this moment, he looked at me without a single word of explanation. He didn’t even tell Lina to shut up.

I was forty items in when Drake turned up in the doorway, leaned on the frame, and watched me recount a box of sutures I’d already counted once. “They multiply if you look away?” “I lost my place.” “You wrote the number down. It’s right there on the paper.” He came in, uninvited, and settled onto the one stool like he’d booked it in advance. “You lost your place after you’d already found it. That’s a new thing.” “Aren’t you supposed to be packing?”

he said, and the man in the chair hummed. My eyes snapped open, and I stared lazily at them and then at the ceiling. I moved to sit up, but the doctor caught my shoulder. “Please lay down,” he said, and I nodded. He exchanged looks with the man in the chair and walked off. As soon as the door closed, I turned to him...thinking of it, he now looked familiar...wasn't that Vincent Noir, a tycoon with a net worth of 700 billion? Was he my savior?

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play