Dave X Karkat Novels & Stories

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

“Jesus! Your grandma’s going to kill me.” “Dave works for my grandmother. He’s supposed to secretly spy on me and tell her everything I do.” “How's that working out?” I ask. “Terrible,” Zayn replies. “He’s terrible at his job.” “That’s because I fell in love with you,” Dave says jokingly. Zayn rolls his eyes heavenward. Dave is in front of me now. Assessing me. “Hello, beauty.” He winks at Zayn. “You didn't tell me she was this gorgeous.”

Kai Carter, are you really the one responsible for this? @DeathWish

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?

I asked out of shock and without thinking it through. “That’s thanks to you. Isn’t it?” It took me a few seconds but then I realised what he was talking about. Fuck! “Well, let’s find more lasting solutions. If selling off wolves worked, you wouldn’t be here.” “What about the sick people in your park?” Dave asked. He had been quiet this whole time. Carter looked suddenly uneasy in his seat. He did not want to talk about this. His reaction made me even more curious. “People get sick, don’t they? They are getting care from our park healer. They should be all good soon.” His words didn’t do much to convince his face. He was lying and he knew it.

She can never appear weak here. Xander glared at Mr. Dave again. "I'll count to three, pour that thing to your self or be gone in my company. One..." murmurs started to fill the place as Mr. Dave wobble in great shame. But he had no choice now. He can't just lose his job here or else, the plan of destroying this arrogant man in front of him will be in vain. "Two..." He started to lift the coffee cup and closed his eyes. "Th-," before that word landed, he spilled the whole thing to himself that made a louder noise from everyone who witnessed his fiasco. His clean overbearing just awhile ago now decorated with a caramel-flavored coffee. He hates caramel, by the way.

“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.

Which was pretty much on brand for the poor guy. “It’s okay, Zac. Listen, we’re here about Kyle, we need to trap him with your 2008 limited edition Troy Bolton card,” Carl says. “Yeah, and if you guys wouldn’t mind hurrying up, me and Kevin have a hot date tonight at Slurps and I don’t wanna be late for my favorite side hoe,” Dave says while checking his bank account on his phone. Just as he expected, he would be low key broke for the next three years.

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.