David Dastmalchian Novels & Stories

Lucian heaved a deep sigh and turned to continue with what he was doing with what just happened at the back of his mind like it never did. Follow me on I*******m @goodnessshadrach, would love to see you there :)

Michael frowned uncontrollably when he heard my question. "Dahlia? It doesn't ring a bell, mate. What about it?" He asked. “In my dream, Ezekiel was already two years old and we were in the flower garden, I don't know why we're in that place. While I was having fun with Ezekiel, there were three men wearing black hoods that suddenly appeared, and then they said they were Dahlia. The worst part of my dream was when they take Ezekiel away from me and there's nothing I can do to take him back." I told Michael about my dream.

“Who is that guy talking to Janet?” “David. He has been obsessed with Janet for a while, she told me. A pastor’s son. He got kicked out of his church for the exposure of his father investing in us, and he was a regular customer.” Jason looked at him, seeing the fear in his eyes. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Damien shook his head and put on a smile to shake his nerves. “Nothing. I’m fine.” He lied. “Let’s continue to greet the guests.”

he chuckles loud, making her become angrier. "How about a dance before we battle? You'll find I'm quite a catch... you may even find yourself falling for me... maybe I'll reconsider and take you home with me instead.... what do you say?" "I rather not..." Selene says. He chuckles eyeing her from the tip of her feet to the top of her head. "You really are a beautiful specimen... too bad I gotta kill you. My name is Damian by the way...just in case you want to know me, before you die of course." He says, locking his sight with her.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

"Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?" "I think the question we should be asking here is, who is your fated mate?" The fifth elder blurted again, his gaze never leaving mine. I recognized him immediately. He was Leah's father, and the only newly elected elder. He was the hot-blooded one amongst the elders. Maybe I'd start with him for my reparations. "Nikolai," he stood from his high exalted chair, as if taunting me. "Who is your fated mate?"

Natalia I stared up at the man who claimed to be my brother, my mind reeling. The resemblance was undeniable—the same eyes, the same bone structure, even the same stubborn set to his jaw that Damon always made fun of me for. “Who are you?” I blurted out. “David.” He took a step closer. “My name is David. David of Bloodmoon pack.” Bloodmoon. So we had found them. Or rather, they had found us.

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

"I was. I was terrified but thinking about what could have been happening to my family had me more terrified." "Who was the guard that was with you?" Shane asks drawing my attention to him. He looks stiff and uncomfortable and I'm pretty sure all of the men in the room feel the same. None of us likes to hear these kinds of stories from girls or women, it just doesn't sit right. "He was one of the top guards. He was 23 and worked closely with my dad. He wasn't mated and didn't have any family so I think that may be why Dad asked him to take me."

The only one who could actually talk to and command the brothers without a care in the world. Dalia Melwart, the sole heir of Melwart Paradise, an international business organisation that stretched across over 70% of the world. An independent and self-made woman with influence in places one would never expect. Having lost her parents from young, Dalia was the one who took care of herself, her brother, and the family business. Right from a young age, she had built her connection and influence in stones so it was a wise move for Damien to seek her help in the war.