Dave Dave Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

"Dave?" Luke whispered. Dave's gaze hovered over him until he was finally pushed into a room. "Luke!" His friends said and were shocked to see each other. They also went inside where Dave had been taken. "Dave Miller. You are the only suspect in the Kings and Queens explosion and we have invited you here to answer some questions we have prepared," a police officer said. They are currently in the middle of the table. Dave is with his handcuffed hand resting on the table while the policeman stood in front of him with his hands leaning on the table and looking directly at him.

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

Michael said, and Dave smiled. “Make sure you don’t lose her like we lost Sofia, because if you do, then I will kill you. Do you understand?” Dave said sternly. “Yes, sir, I understand you perfectly well, sir,” Michael replied. “Okay, then. I need to go now; I have something to take care of,” Dave said and ended the call before Michael could reply. “No one betrays me and goes scot-free. No one ever messes with me and goes free,” Dave said and ignited his car engine.

“What got you coming back home?” “Nothing, I got off rehearsal early today, so I wanted to pick some of my old stuff on my way to Cherry’s,” he said with a bright smile laced on his freckled cheeks. Dave is a performing arts major and also a popular influencer/blogger on social media. I remember some girls in my department saw me with him one time during our sophomore year and pestered me for weeks for his contact info. Even though we spend little time together, he always seems happy to see me whenever we meet.

Amelia said to him. "Is that all the information you have about him? Because even the FBI can't find someone with that information alone. I'm sure that there are many Daves who also participated in the competition," Edward said to Amelia, who sighed heavily. "His name is Dave Smith, he is five years old, and he has the same colour of skin as yours. Do you need any other information?" Amelia asked Edward, who looked at her with furrowed brows before returning his gaze to the car's steering.

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.

she added with a mischievous smirk. “Dave’s a musician. Have you heard ‘Forever Yours’?” Sia asked, her excitement rubbing off on me. “Yes, I’ve heard it, but I didn’t know that was him. I don’t really follow artists much,” I said softly, apologizing. Sia just nodded. “Hm, you’re missing out, girl! Okay, where was I? Oh right — Dave’s family is good friends with your crush, Michael,” Sia said, winking and teasing me. My cheeks burned instantly.

“If anything happens to her—anything—I’ll make sure you never write another word again. Got it?” Mike gulped so hard I could hear it. “Crystal clear, Mr. Crown.” Dave gave me one last look, then vanished into the crowd. Didn’t even look back. “Man,” Mike whispered, wiping sweat off his forehead. “Your ex-boyfriend is… intense. Honestly, a little terrifying. Are we sure he’s not a villain?” “He’s complicated,” I said, still staring at the spot where Dave disappeared. “But he’s not the problem right now. We need a car. We need to get to a safe place.”

Dave would squeeze my thighs every time he got excited about something or the replay of the knockout. Dave said, "I gotta go take a piss. Do you need anything while I'm up?" My reply surprised me as much as it did Dave, "I'm really comfortable. Are you sure you need to go that badly?" Mike replied, "UHOH! Someone isn't gonna make it to the main event tonight."

A male voice calls from the shower in Tanner's background. I smirk as I stare at Tanner who's already blushing terribly. " Um… I don't think so, you should go ahead and shower without me. I'm trying to help Lauren." " Is that Dave?" I smile at Tanner. He bites his lip and smiles. " Aww, look at you, blushing so bad." I tease him. Dave appears on my screen next to Tanner on the bed. He's shirtless with just a towel. Oh boy is he hot? Dave is a hot Mexican brown man. Short curly hair and I must say his body is fine. Damn. Like why are all the hottest guys homosexuals?