David Dastmalchian Novels & Stories

Ace growls before taking over, and I’m pushed to the back as he pulls forward, ready to take on King no matter the consequences. Robert *Current Beta of Liverpool, Ashleigh and Brent’s Father* I stare in shock as the scene before me unfolds. Oliver lunges at his father as David advances toward my son and a young girl. She stands there, petrified. I never knew how unhinged my brother had become, but this is nothing like the David I know. Over the years, he’s become distant, easily agitated, almost feral. It proves that it can’t be the real him as he attacks his flesh and blood without reason.

I let out a soft smile and she looked at me like she needed emotional support, I nodded and turned to look at my mother again. “She’s right. The great Darius Gomez has fallen, and he fell by the hand of his own son, mother. We have nothing to worry about anymore. Justice is served.” I added. “And for the fact that she deceived you?” She further asked angrily. She wasn’t ready to just accept Celine. “I have suffered pretty damn much for that, Mrs Anna.” Celine butted in again.

Yes, he needs clarification, but he could feel that something is bothering the Alpha. “We’ve known each—” “Focus on work, Dillon. I’m not acknowledging informality here. Go out and train recruits. Prepare our warriors for the battle,” he commanded. Still, his eyes were fixed on the newspaper that he was holding. Dillon heaved a sigh. Guess he was mistaken about his sudden reaction earlier. Drake will still be Drake. A ruthless alpha king. Dillon exited the room and got back to the hospital on the other side of the royal packhouse to check for Emily once more before he ran errands at the training grounds and to the border.

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown

And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance. She was someone I couldn't bear to watch from afar. She stood there, waving elegantly and blowing kisses as her heels descended on the stairs. I couldn't get much of a glimpse of her, though, but that dissatisfaction faded when I saw Michelle Blaze make his appearance. He was dressed in a Dior T-shirt and baggy trousers, a diamond chain hanging from his neck as a different style of Gold mask relaxed on his face. His hair was neatly braided to the back as he chewed a piece of Gum in his mouth, while talking to his manager.

“Vogar is holding her captive. Not captive like…. They’re in a dick and pussy business and the last time she went to transit with him, she never returned. I knew he was the culprit cos my sister told me everything about him. But something she didn't know was the fact that he was a bad bastard.” “And your father?” Daisy finally spoke up. “What did he do about it? He is an Alpha and holds so much power.” “Huh? Alpha? What do you mean?” My confused gaze darted in the direction of Daisy, seeking more explanation. “Her father is Alpha Atlas of the Cage Moon pack,” Daisy informed me.

Then, finally, he spoke, his voice calm but lethal. “Now. Tell me. The other matter. Did everything else go as planned?” The assistant straightened, relieved to shift the subject. “Yes, sir. Our contacts in the financial district have confirmed the target. Arturo Villareal—the steel magnate. He’s untouchable in the public eye, but privately…” The assistant allowed a grim smile. “His empire isn’t as solid as it looks. A push in the right place, and the whole thing will collapse.” Damon’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, one that carried no warmth. He reached for the crystal glass on the table, pouring himself a measure of whiskey. The amber liquid caught the dim light, gleaming like liqui

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

“What business, David?” He grinned, extending his hand to the tall blond man near him. “I wanted to introduce you to Dalesbloom’s new partners. This is Lothair Javier of the Inkscale dragon clan,” said David. “He and I will be employing mutual efforts to attain our goals, which due to recent circumstances, have turned out to be adjacent.”