David Dastmalchian Novels & Stories

“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"

She was surely going to score him. Two Weeks after our enthronement, Daniel hasn't resumed the training yet. He was focusing on the company’s leadership because he couldn't be the trainer and the CEO simultaneously! All works required full attendance, something that was impossible for him. He was either going to be the trainer or the CEO. actually; he had not much of a choice because his father warned him about abandoning his responsibility of being the trainer of the warriors.

He took a sip from his glass and flinched probably at the blandness because the ice had melted completely, "Who? Diana Davytan? Everyone knows her, she is badass. She is part of the Davytan crime family, nobody talks about them. The less spoken is better. It's a bad news in itself that your father drew bad blood with them." He shook his head and then his gaze turned to me, "Let's talk about your interesting proposal Miss Reux. Say even if I date you." "Fake date" I said the word deliberately and he immediately guffawed at it. "Alright, even if I fake date you. How do you plan to pay back to the Davytans? Even if you sell your entire company, including yourselves as Diana had said, it still w

The man coming out of the designer car is no other person than Damiel Voldov’s right-hand man who, after getting out, stops to open the door for Damiel Voldov. Standing at six foot nine or seven foot, Damiel is tall. A Viking to be honest. He looks gloomy and at the same time calm, cold and at the same time warm, fierce and also gentle. Damiel Voldov seems even too tall for a royal wolf. No doubt he’ll be getting promoted by society to rule something.

“That may be, but there are others out there that cannot, it is why they need you, they need you to lead even if they don’t know it yet” “I am not a leader Lucian” “You are, more than you know but if I cannot convince you, maybe there is someone who can” A rap on the door diverts my attention and Lucian tells me to open it. Daryl is standing out in the hallway more muscular than ever but his dark curls had been cut off, leaving his hair short but styled, tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt on either side of his neck but the bright blue of his eyes remain unchanged.

“Draymond? You can’t be Draymond.” “Of course I can’t be Draymond,” the man snickered. “Ghost Damon, The Alpha Slayer and King of the Lycans. Nice to meet you, Jimin.” Ghost extended his hand for a quick handshake but Jimin stared at him, refusing to take his hand. “I’ve watched him kill people for smaller reasons,” Calisté whispered in Jimin’s ears. “If I were you, I would take his hand already.”

On top of that, that outfit of hers wasn't much to comment on, to be honest. Lilith was especially excited. "You must be Aiden, right?" The assistant smiled. "I am Aiden's assistant, David." Lilith's enthusiasm instantly faded. So, it wasn't Aiden but just an assistant. She rolled her eyes in disappointment. On the side, Ava sneered. David was the most famous manager in the industry, holding many high-quality resources. Many young musicians tried to curry favor with him. Lilith, on the other hand, was nothing, yet she dared to roll her eyes. She was truly foolish.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "