Uncharted Nathan Drake Fortune Novels & Stories

' Blackmailer- 'Am in. Drew- 'It's an hour drive from here, we leave on Saturday morning and be back by Sunday night. There will be a campfire and we can crash a nearby party if all are in it. Bring your swimming clothes, duh! And that's it, oh and your chargers. I AM NOT SHARING MINE! DO NOT FORGET CHARGERS!' Blackmailer- 'Nor am I. Last time Nathan broke mine.' Nathan- 'It was a mistake dude. And I got you a new one.'

"Wait ,what are you talking about Alex ,I really can't understand anything " "Emliy listen to me ,You remember that day when your Grandfather was in the hospital and you had come to visit him ,but Drake was there before you. He had already talked to the doctor and knew that grandpa has an 92% chance to recover after the surgery .That is he was actually health .But when Drake saw you there .He signaled the doctor not to tell you the success rate of the surgery. Yes Emliy even tho your grandpa had and stage cancer ,But fortunately it was detected just when It had not spread a lot .so your Grandpa could easily recover form it. But Drake paid the doctor to tell you his situation in a more hyped

I said in my harsh tone. She smiled seductively. "I want to do business with you. But first you should sit and let's talk." Business? Is this girl crazy or what? She's so confusing and annoying. And why would I take a drink from her?. "What makes you think I'd want to do business with a crazy bitch like you. You seriously think you're that important aren't you? Do you have any idea who I am?." "Drake John Sunders. One of the biggest hits in the country and the world, has the biggest assets and leader of a big gang. I know everything about you. You have a brother, mother, father, girlfriend and... a daughter."

The odds seemed stacked against her, and the weight of the situation was almost unbearable. Nysaa then noticed another set of documents and a journal that Dr. Ruiz had managed to salvage before her house was demolished. These items were precious to her, a small piece of her past that had survived Mace's ruthless actions. She realized that the journal contained the story of her foster mother's life, the pain she had endured, and the vendetta she held against the Sinclair family, especially Mace.

Now, I wake up the following morning, unclothed and entangled with Loretta in bed. ......................................................................... I promptly dressed and requested that Loretta do the same, urging her to depart without further discussion. The evidence was undeniable; waking up naked with her was an irrefutable sign that something had transpired between us. Loretta seemed relentless in her desire to cause havoc in my life. From innocently helping me cook to ending up in bed together, the circumstances defied easy explanation. The gravity of the situation was overwhelming, as I realized Loretta's realization of my status as the CEO of Melanie Company had driven her to

Nathan had made a few questionable investments, including a deal with Alaster Dark which all resulted in the pack nearing bankruptcy. “That’s where you’re wrong. This pack had the best future when Jasper was alive, because not only did he try to make this pack better for all of us, he cashed in the trust fund to pay off the debts Nathan left behind when he stepped down. Your biggest mistake was thinking he abandoned this pack.” I answered, remembering the day he came home with a smile on his face, telling me that the slate was finally wiped clean.

Not just because Tessa tried to run, but because of how Adrian handled her—dragging her like she was some lifeless doll. Adrian was practically begging to die. And when he did, his father’s business would die with him. In the distance, Nathan spotted a boat sitting still in the middle of the water. “Head there,” he ordered, watching the tracker close in. Once they got close enough, he didn’t wait. He jumped. His body hit the deck hard, rocking the boat beneath him.

"So he tested me like I was a product." "He confirmed what he already knew," Graves corrected calmly. "And as a result, you were written into his estate plan. Retroactively and irrevocably." Anya leaned back in her chair, the white walls around her suddenly too close. "He could've called," she said. "Written. Anything." Graves didn't answer. "He could've said something. Anything." Still nothing. "And now I'm supposed to believe this is his idea of a gift? A fortune I didn't ask for, tied in knots, handed to me by a stranger?"

We found a row with three seats and settled in together. As we took off, Nathan started talking about all the hot spots we were gonna hit in New York—the art museums, pop-up fashion shows, food trucks, rooftop bars, and the infamous secret jazz clubs. Penny nodded off first, her head slumping onto my shoulder. I smiled at the sight—she looked peaceful, for once. Not dramatic, not bossy. Just… Penny. Eventually, sleep caught up with me too, and I leaned to the side, my head falling gently on Nathan’s broad shoulder. I heard him chuckle softly, but I was too far gone in my dreams to respond.

He needed to hunt again. "Mom... can you lend me the resources? I want to carve out a new territory," Nathan pleaded, his eyes humble and desperate, like a drowning wolf catching a piece of driftwood. He had sacrificed his last shred of Alpha-dignity, and Mrs. Hill could not help but soften.