Novel & Cerita David Dastmalchian

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

Today I will get married to the man I hate so much. The man who is known to be the most successful Businessman of New York .... James Russo…. The knock on the door made my tears halt and I quickly wiped them. Mason Ronaldo, my father, my seller, the reason why I sold my soul to devil, entered the room and tears welled up my eyes again. I wonder if mum was alive would she have let my father and brother emotionally blackmail me to marrying….. “Daughter, you look so beautiful....so so beautiful that it feels as if a angel has descended from the heavens” Je complemented as he moved my way and kissed me on my forehead.

Before the speaker could even lift his staff, two massive warriors clad in the coal-black armor of the northern vanguard materialized from the shadows of the platform, locking their iron gauntlets around Tahlia’s shoulders and dragging his thrashing frame toward the backstage arches. My inner wolf tilted its head in silent calculation; I hadn't brought a singular blade or guard on this return transit from the Ashgrove Wildlands. A split second later, the heavy scent of burning pine and winter frost flooded my senses as a towering, broad-shouldered warrior cut through the remaining council elders. David Duskbane. His razor-edged, chiseled face carried the cold, lethal gravity of a warlord who

“It looks like he’s suffering.” “I'm on it, Amira, but I'm afraid I'll need help.” “Whatever you need,” Darius said. “Just ask for it.” “It's a different kind of help, brother. One that you cannot provide.” “What are you talking about?” Christopher let out a sigh before answering his brother, resigned to what he was going to reveal to him and his wife. “Since some years I have been secretly communicating with a guy named Dansk, who is a researcher and scientist just like me…”

Isla looked up to see Damien casually walking toward her. He wore a navy-blue half-buttoned shirt, exposing part of his chest, tucked neatly into grey fitted trousers. “Forgive my tardiness, Isla, or should I say Mrs. Khan, as you prefer,” he said smoothly. “The traffic was slow.” He reached her table and extended a hand. “Damien Da Silva, the face of Blue Flame Stone.” Isla’s fist curled tightly. She forced a smile, trying to mask her emotions, but her burning hazel eyes betrayed her. She wanted to leave, yet she refused to give him the satisfaction of believing his presence still affected her.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“You look familiar.” David also turned to look at Damian… but saw nothing. The mask covered everything except the eyes, and no sense of familiarity stirred in him. “Maybe we crossed paths,” Damian replied. “But I don’t recall. I’m… new here.” A clean lie. Xander’s eyes dropped to the tag. “Dr. Daniel Martins.” Nothing clicked. Damian silently thanked every deity that he wore one of the new uniforms. He stepped back, distancing himself, then turned to David.

"The rumors are true. We really have underestimated them. What if Davil is just as strong as Tareem?" "The Vahemirs, The Darc and the El Mushacr. Sasha ought to be the strongest, then Tareem and then Davil. Davil is quite strong, he flunged me in the hospital like I weighed nothing. I doubt he would have listened if he knew it was Tareem"