Uncharted Sam Drake Novels & Stories

“Because I know that regardless of your feelings because I know very well that you would never let your personal emotions cloud your decisions. That’s what makes you the best Alpha to ever exist.” And just like that the heaviness that he felt was gone. It was as if it never existed. “Where are Sam and his pack staying?” I asked. “They are in the city baby,” Drake replied, “I am just not prepared to see him hanging around you just yet, maybe in the future? But not now, I hope you understand baby." “Of course I do,” I exclaimed. To be honest I was not yet ready to see Sam as well. Our last conversation didn’t end well when I left him.

Drake patted Sam’s shoulder. “This way, little one. We can run to my house and take my car. I can grab some of my things.” “Little one? Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? I’m the Delta of the Red River pack!” Sam pulled her bag out of Thing and tossed it on the ground. The guys turned around, making me laugh, as she started to strip off her clothes and stuff them into her bag. She shifted and grabbed her bag in her mouth. I walked over to her and squatted down. Patting her head, I scratched behind the ears.

"Tell us, tell us, tell us." Sam’s posture changed completely as Drake gave him a smug-looking side-eye. He dropped his shoulders and bowed his head, making himself appear smaller. "Please," he whispered so quietly it was easy to miss. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to speak up." Drake shrugged. "Please, man," Sam said in a louder voice. "D—don't do this." Drake chuckled and looked down at him with disdain. "You do know which g****e search term I refer to, then?"

Goosebumps exploded all over my body and before I could turn to run, he had me. Ryder After visiting Demi last night, I awoke here to an absolute shit show. Cash and his gang were tearing up jack. I guess he found out that Drake killed Samantha. The whole place has been on lock down since. I’m not bitching about it though. It’s quiet and peaceful right now. It’s almost… too much.

Just as Sam attempted to take Debra away, a sudden force yanked him backward, his joyous laughter morphing into a bloodcurdling scream. Drake seized Sam's hand with an iron grip, the sickening crack of bones breaking echoing in the tense air. Sam's face drained of color as he cried out in agony, "Mercy, Mr. Lowe. Please, have mercy." Drake's expression remained grim, his grip tightening until Sam's wrist snapped. Sam writhed and screamed on the ground. Harland signaled for security to drag him away.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

With intense relief, Amber gives directions to Jazz and they begin the journey. “I haven’t formally introduced myself,” Damien starts with a smile. “My name is Damien Knight, a humble business man. I live in the city. What’s yours?” “I’m Amber…Amber Fields. I’m a senior at Litcherfield High…and I guess you already know that I live here in the village.” “That’s interesting,” continues Damien. “You could pass for a college student with these looks…” Amber blushes, but holds her head high. “I was out of school for a while. I had to take a break because of my health.”

But Alex didn’t wait. He didn’t look back. His hands trembled as he drove off, his jaw clenched tight enough to snap bones. That night, Nathan called repeatedly. His nonstop text messages were filled with apologies, explanations, and pleas. Alex ignored every one of them and drove to a quiet bar, rage bubbling under his calm exterior as he drowned himself in whiskey shots. Hours later, the bartender called him to report that Nathan had shown up on the other side of the same bar, drunk out of his mind, causing a scene, crying and slurring apologies to an invisible Alex.

He does not react the way I wanted him to, I am a bad liar, right? "Sam wouldn't do that to me?" "Why wouldn't he? He's proved that to you by helping me escape, do you still have doubts? Won't you say anything, Drake?" "Oh come on, I am not like you who believes everything so quickly. Sam can help you escape but he can't sleep with a woman who's mine. Enough, let's go home, I can't wait to be with you." "Must I repeat myself? I said I am not leaving with you, Drake. Go to hell and burn into ashes."

Goosebumps exploded all over my body and before I could turn to run, he had me. Ryder After visiting Demi last night, I awoke here to an absolute shit show. Cash and his gang were tearing up jack. I guess he found out that Drake killed Samantha. The whole place has been on lock down since. I’m not bitching about it though. It’s quiet and peaceful right now. It’s almost… too much.