David Dastmalchian Novels & Stories

’ he thought. Darry clenched his fist as he controlled the blood boiling in his body. He glared at Leonardo Ross, feeling incredibly amazed. Just at that moment, Amastan’s face looked hideous. “Darryl, you are the famous person of the Nine Continents. I shall spare your life if you surrender to me.” ‘Surrender?!’ Darryl could not help but laugh at the sky with his eyes blood-red. “You think a wild, cruel and unusual tribe deserves my surrender? Kill me if you wish,” he said, turning his fist as a white ball of flames appeared and danced in the air.

Damon had his way of playing fair in the business and his illegal business were totally kept away from the people's view. "sir, our liquor factories are safe. Mr Green had sent his men for the protection, however his men ended up killing Johnas people", David said. David is a thirty two year old man who has served Damon's father being loyal to him and is now the personal assistant of Damon. "Who asked them to kill Johnas people?", Damon said. Damon was least interested but was not willing to start a fight with Johnas. He kept typing on his keyboard as he heard David speak.

Daxton sat across from David, assessing him with quiet intensity. “You were in the field,” Daxton said. “Yes, sir,” David replied respectfully. “Rural outreach. Conflict zones.” “And you returned.” David met his gaze evenly. “There’s a difference between ambition and purpose.” Daxton’s mouth twitched. “Good answer.” May caught Damien’s eye and smiled faintly. That night, as the house settled, Damien found May on the balcony. She stood alone, city lights distant beyond the trees. “They admire you,” he said quietly.

However, it was still apparent when someone passed by. Climbing each step of the stairs, Darian shook his head with a restrained smile, reminiscing about his memories with his high school friend, David. The mischief they sometimes got up to, like lying about attending study groups at school, when in reality, they were playing PlayStation at David's house without their parents' knowledge. That was the extent of Darian's mischievousness, which was vastly different from David's. Apart from participating in illegal street racing, David also had a hobby of collecting girlfriends. It was no wonder Darian laughed when David claimed that he wanted to become a police officer or work in the national i

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

“Then say it.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if measuring how much truth I could handle. “Giovanni isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to destroy. You, Damon, the pack, everyone who carries your mother’s name in their blood or their heart. He’ll burn the world to see you suffer. And he's going to do it in cold blood. He's not going to care.”

Dane commanded. Dash complained as he stood up, then quickly left. Dane turned to face me, and I was trembling as if I had been in a freezer all day. “Are you okay?” he asked as he walked toward me. I flinched at the sight of his hand reaching out to touch me, but he quickly pulled it back. “Clean up and be in the chambers in twenty minutes,” he instructed, before turning to leave. Before he could go, I finally found my voice and spoke.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.