David Dastmalchian Romane & Geschichten

After David made a gesture, the staff member nodded. David turned around and said, "This is as far as I can take you. One of our own will be waiting for you at the border of the Uduma Desert when you get there. Look for him if you need any assistance. That person's codename is Demya, a former member of Internal Affairs."

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.

"I'm not sure I've earned the title of Father given what you're about to hear." "Tell me about your past." David's pen was poised above his notebook. "Before you came to Bellmare, before you became a priest, who were you?" Damien took a breath and I squeezed his hand, silently reminding him I was there, that whatever he said I wasn't going anywhere. "I was a criminal. I worked for an organization that specialized in intimidation and violence, doing whatever my boss needed done without asking questions about morality or consequences." "What kind of violence?" David's expression remained neutral but I saw him write something quickly.

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.

I stepped back, mortified. He shrugged and reclined on his chair. " I am David Skywalker." " Damian has a twin?!" My eyes popped in disbelief. " No. He is a triplet." A cold voice washed down my core and drove shivers up my spine. It would be hard to miss. Anywhere at all. After that night, I never imagined seeing him any where. Especially not here. I was too ashamed to turn. But with my face disfigured, I doubt he would recognize me. Well, I didn't see his face either. I just have to pretend —

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.”

“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.