Novel & Cerita David Dastmalchian

Daniel held out his hand to usher them to the fireside. After sitting their packs along the brick hearth, Haldir nodded to Rosemary and Damien as he took a seat across from them. “Good to see you both again.” Rosemary smiled warmly and said, “I’m so happy you’re here Haldir. It’s been too long.” Daniel’s son Damien was a devastatingly handsome man with dark wavy hair that fell to his chin and the darkest brown eyes like his father. “It’s been awhile, Haldir. We were beginning to think you’d never return.”

I sat in back, Caspian in front, both of them tense in that way men get when violence is coming. "First target's closest," David said, pulling onto the road. "Lycan named Viktor Sokolov. Ex-military, specializes in close combat. He's holed up in a motel about forty minutes south." "Alone?" Caspian asked. "According to my sources. But you know how reliable that is." "Extremely, since you're usually the source." David smiled. "True." The drive was quiet. I watched the scenery pass, trying to calm my racing heart. This morning I'd woken up sore and claimed. Now I was heading to watch my mate, and wasn't that a weird word, kill someone who wanted him dead.

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!

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

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.

I followed the source and there he was, with his circle of people, completely detached from whatever conversation was going on as he darted his eyes from me to shoot murderous glares at the man who stood before me. “You were saying?” He broke my train of thought. “Never mind, can’t remember the last time I was in Spain” “That’s okay. I am David, 29 and I am single. If you wouldn’t mind, can I get your contact” “No, I…” I said in protest but he had already whipped out his phone and stretched it to me. I had barely registered things when Daxton’s voice echoed behind me. “She has COVID” I turned my head to him, stunned and confused because he was just across the room just now