David Dastmalchian Novels & Stories

“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.”

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

It was his cloak. “Alpha Dalton?” One of the warriors standing behind him called out. The handsome man turned his head towards the man who had spoken. A gasp left my mouth before I could stop it as I stepped back in fear. This was the Alpha Dalton. He was known for being reckless, intimidating and merciless. He normally wouldn’t think twice before killing someone who dared defy him. With a cold voice, Alpha Dalton asked “What the fuck is going on?” Sensing the coldness radiating from his voice, I flinched.

I can to keep y’all safe.” He laid down his plate on the table and stood up brushing his hands off on his uniform pants, “I don’t know what this mate shit is really about but I can see that you really care for her. Not too many people would lay down their life for someone they just met.” He walked closer to the railing on the porch and I watched his face fall a little, “She is my sister, Dalton. She has been there for me through everything and has protected me when I couldn’t protect myself. My parents were abusive and neglectful in every way. Jesse and Anna took me in as a fourth child. I have never experienced love quite like the way they have loved me over the years-“ he ran his fingers

The safe house was small, dark, and smelled like old wood. Outside, the rain was coming down so hard I couldn’t even see the trees. I was stuck here with Dax. Dax was thirty-five years old, and he was the scariest man I had ever met. He was also the most beautiful. He was my bodyguard. He was over six feet tall, with shoulders so broad they barely fit through the doors. He had a scar on his jaw and eyes that never stopped moving. He was supposed to protect me from my father’s enemies, but right now, the only thing I felt in danger of was my own heart.

Marco, who had followed us silently, moved instantly to stand beside me, hand brushing lightly across the grip of his sidearm. The door opened, and a man stepped inside, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes and the kind of presence that demanded attention without effort. His hair was dark, streaked with silver at the temples, and he carried himself with an ease that suggested both authority and danger. Stefano had mentioned him only in passing once before: his name was Darius, a field operative with a reputation for brilliance and ruthlessness, someone who rarely appeared inside the house unless matters were dire.

He laughed “Good, At least you have the same edition,” Liam said, seeing his I phone 14 series. “Yeah, I am a billionaire. Don't forget” He said showing his all pearls. “You do not speak in Jodan's house,” Liam asked. “No, I only speak to Salina. She is good with me” David said. “Who is she?” Liam asked. “Our cousins, She is the daughter of Richard Jodan,” David said. “Ok…” He nodded. They changed the cloth and they fit perfectly to them. After seeing them, no one can say who is David and who is Liam. An identical twin.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.