Crazy Dave Novels & Stories

I am not going to let this go. Not this time. Dave wanted to act crazy? Fine. I am about to show him what true madness looked like.

Dave said casually. "We're crazy," she concluded. She and Dave were no different. They were crazy to agree to such an impromptu idea. "See? We're crazy," he confirmed. Then he opened the package and took out the contents. It was burgers and fries and also colas. "Here. Have your lunch." He gave hers. "Don't blame me if you're tired when you get to New York," she said as she took food from him. Dave had to go back to New York on Sunday night. Meaning that he only had a little rest time before his flight. Sure, after they got back to Los Angeles.

Some Crazy Coincidences Kristen smoothened the imaginary wrinkles from her black skirt, she hoped that she looked as official as she wanted to. She was pretty nervous that morning as she was about to present a project to her father’s would-be partners. Kristen had purposefully added a lot of makeup to her face so that she would look older and hopefully, more professional.

"Alright. I'll let Dave know. Thanks for coming in so quickly, Felicia." Dave is the exact opposite of Ellen; he's a hyper person who likes to stay busy. He has sandy-colored hair and wears glasses. He's thin, pale, and not athletic at all. I've always thought he would only need a pocket protector on his shirt to look like the stereotypical computer nerd that he is. Dave and I discuss the glitch, and we work diligently on the problem for the rest of the day but make little progress in locating the root cause. We finally call it quits a little before five o'clock, as I need to report to my uncle.

Dave let out a loud laugh almost choking on his saliva. Although fifty-three years old, the man still joked around like a kid, but business activated his real age. His face screamed danger to anyone who took a look at him once. He was six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and a unique resemblance to his children. Dave always moved around with a cane in his hand since his last accident two years ago that almost confined him to a wheelchair.

Then one day, I received a call from the HR department of a top design company inviting me to an interview. I was overjoyed. I carefully prepared and went to the interview. After looking through my resume and portfolio, the interviewer immediately said they wanted to hire me. Just as I was about to sign the contract, the office door suddenly swung open. Lionel walked in. He strode straight to the interviewer and slapped a document onto the desk, his tone arrogant. "Mr. Carter, our company cannot hire this man." Mr. Carter looked troubled. "Mr. Shaw, Mr. Moore is very talented. He's exactly the kind of designer our company needs."

"What's wrong? You're loud enough at home. Don't go quiet on me now. Let me hear you." Dylan slapped my thigh. He had a short fuse and would get angry if things didn't go his way, so I had no choice but to play along and let out a few soft moans. Even though the cab was pitch black, I felt like a pair of eyes was watching me from the top bunk. The sheer thrill of it made my skin crawl. Every movement made my heart race. Dylan didn't share my discomfort. If anything, he seemed more fired up than usual, which made me suspect the only reason he'd brought me along was to show off in front of Raul.

“Mr. Morrison intervened in an altercation involving two ladies. The perpetrators are currently facing consequences.” “That’s interesting,” Cedric's eyes sparkled with mischief. “Mr Alexander Mind-Your-Own-Business Morrison played hero?” David commented. “The same Alexander who once said helping others was an inefficient allocation of resources?” David added, clearly enjoying this too much I shrugged, reaching for my glass. “Right place, right time. Nothing worth discussing. And by the way, we’re here for Cedric,” I deflected, but my mind wandered treacherously to Ava again. “You don't get to drop that bomb and walk away,” Leo insisted.

His taste for revenge has eaten him up to the extent his mental health is getting affected by it. Dave have a brain damage when we were fourteen, back then he had saved me from getting hit down by a car, risking his life to save mine. When he was hospitalised and treated he was back on his feet and okay. We became close friends afterwards. Apparently, he started acting strangely, displaying madness to everyone around him including his parents. He was nearly sent to the asylum but I stepped in, opposing the idea. I promised to take care of him and never let him go astra. Which is why am agreeing on anything to make him happy and repay him the favour of saving me.

“Your ass is quite soft. You care for a trip?” Hold on. Did she just spank my ass? Breathe, Irish. I wanted to drag her hair and dunk her face in water. “I will be on my way, guy. Have fun.” “Hold on, Idris. Relax, man. Have some real fun.” I was already heading out when Dave ran after me. “You’re so uptight. You need to get laid.” “You know, I thought only Christians bear the name Dave. Color me surprised when I realized you ain’t one.”