David Estrada Novels & Stories

If he went somewhere a little more crowded, he would be surrounded by people. They would ask him for photos, autographs, and contact information. More often than not, they wanted to be his disciple. David could not teach others. He was still an amateur himself. He only got to where he was today because of the system. It had also been revealed that David was the owner behind East League Capitals. David planned this revelation. He was now the strongest man in the world. However, the catastrophe was still a sword hanging overhead. It could drop at any moment.

My whole body is shaking. “ Do not go down without a fight Char” Creed hissed. The words coming from him felt amazing, it was weird how calming and reassuring his words made me. It wasn’t Alex that was making me feel this way. Safe and strong. He wasn’t saying anything which makes me worried about what he’s doing right now. My mind races over every possible thing that could happen, how stupid I am for thinking I could do this alone. “ Are you ready dear?” He asked, leaning down in front of me. He hot breath was hitting me in the face making me want to gag

They smiled. “I don’t like to think that the Goddess favors me more than others. But I am forever grateful to her for this second chance to have a mate, and my wolf restored.” Dad nodded. “So, do I get an introduction? Or am I just the dude that’s driving?” David teased. “Oh, right. So I’ve told you I’d been going to the gym and had a fitness trainer. Well, that’s him. Leo, meet David Bryant, aka stripper cop.” I snickered, making introductions.

I don't think I could ever forgive myself if something were to happen to him. “We will find him, Lucas. He is our Beta and the best fighter in this pack, I know nothing would have happened to him.” Mateo said, but I shook my head. It's been a year since she left him, and he hasn't still recovered from that rejection, and I don't think he would ever completely come out of it.

Davide’s low voice echoing from the outside. “Can I come in?” he asks. “Sure,” I reply. Mr. Davide steps inside. He’s wearing a fitted shirt that accentuates the bulkiness of his figure and a pair of short pants that exposes his hairy, buffy legs. My attention tilts towards Esther when she quickly bows down to Mr. Davide to hide her suddenly worried face. Without the need to ask her about her sudden shift of expression, I know that what's bothering her is the possibility that Mr. Davide heard her mention Dahlia’s name.

My heart feels like a barbed wire has strangled it to the point of being unable to breathe. It’s the night of the fight and it feels like it will be my last night alive. I still don’t understand who okayed this fight because it doesn’t make sense at all. I am 5'6 and weigh 145 pounds while Creed is 6’4 and 240 pounds of raw muscle. He’s a fucking heavyweight and by all counts, this fight should be illegal! I’m a pipsqueak compared to him, a featherweight for God’s sake; I am going to die at his hands!

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Russian descent. Grew up in south Florida. Graduated high school at the age of 16. Enlisted at 18. Excelled at every training. Next, Birgit Sun. Female. 28. 5’7. Estonian/Chinese/Tahitian descent. Grew up in Hawaii. Learned MMA from a young age. Graduated high school at 17. Worked in intelligence. Remembers everything in . Last, Roberto Rodriguez, 25. 6’1. Ecuadorian Tongan. Grew up in unknown. Diploma unknown. Fight training in life. Excelled in cyber security. What is with this one, I thought. I picked up my phone and called David. “What’s up,” David said. “Roberto Rodriquez,” I said. “What about him,” David replied. “Why him. There is nothing in this file but his name and

It must have cost hundreds of millions of dollars. “Excuse me?” He walked into the locker room and I refused to walk backwards. No man was going to intimidate me—especially one I didn’t know. “You should quit and look for another job. There is no place for a whore like you here.” Suddenly, Derek appeared behind him. It started to make sense. One of them was feeding the other with malicious information about me. The reason was still unknown. “Do I know you?” I asked. He stepped closer, into my personal space to intimidate me but I refused to cower in fear. I may have been broke but I wasn’t a coward.

says David throwing the first fist that makes Esteban move towards Sofia. "We must talk first, David. Things are not as they seem. We can sit down and have a good talk before we resort to blows." "There's not something to talk about. Better get ready, show me what little you have pinned on the criminal who calls himself my father" Esteban says throwing another punch at Esteban which he dodges to hit back.