Dear David Book Novels & Stories

Cordelia stole glances at David as he immersed himself in his chosen book, noticing the dimples that adorned his smile for the first time. "What's making you smile?" Cordelia inquired, her curiosity brimming. "It's the book," David replied, his voice filled with genuine delight. "It's really good." In that tranquil moment, Cordelia realized that her attraction to David ran deeper than she had acknowledged. The peaceful setting and the closeness of their bodies ignited a spark within her, compelling her to take a leap of faith. Suddenly, David looked up from his book, locking eyes with Cordelia. "Hey," he said softly, his voice laced with tenderness. "Come here. Come closer."

I could clearly see the disappointment in his expression as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You should have at least told me, it wouldn't have hurt if I helped you," I eased my voice hoping to ease the tension too. "I'm sorry," David apologized. Like a little child admitting to his mother. "Understandable, let's order something to eat. I'll take care of the mess," I smiled warmly at him. "So much for a perfect dinner," he soughed. ...... Yes yes yes! I am back I am really sorry that I'm just uploading after a very long time. I was busy with a job but im back now and ready to finish this book. Hopefully before the month ends. Thank you for supporting me up till this point I love you all

“Do I look like a man who gives a damn about scenarios, David? I have survived ten years in the dark because of you. I survived the docks, I survived the fire, and I survived every piece of trash you sent to clean up the mess. Hand over the ledger.” ​David hesitates for a single beat, his eyes flicking to Lucia, catching the slight shake of her head. She doesn’t want him to do it. She knows what that book carries. But David’s face cracks, the cold untouchable Don vanishing completely beneath the terrified father beneath it. He reaches into the inner pocket of his coat, pulls out the worn notebook, and holds it up where the hallway light can catch the faded grain. ​“Here,” David says. “It’s r

"How dare She?! I launched forward to pull her back but I stopped as my hand trembled at David's cold voice as he barked at me. "Don't You Dare Lay your filthy hands on her!". I look towards the door and peace was already outside, I saw David run after her and | also went too. David was pleading with her not to leave and I could only shake my head at this Pitiful act. "When did Stan become so weak and spineless? Just because of this ugly, wretched and silly thing that calls herself peace, David is being so silly and he is even demeaning himself so much as to beg her? This can't be David it's like I'm seeing an entirely different person, it's not the same David I've grown up to know.

I’d dreamt of a taste for too fucking long. “David,” I said softly, shaking his shoulder gently. “It’s time to change your bandages.” His eyes fluttered open, those deep brown pools locking onto mine for a brief moment. He nodded quietly, as he always did. David wasn’t much of a talker. In the week he’d been here, he’d uttered only a handful of words to me that started with “please” and ended with “thank you.” It made him even more mysterious, more alluring. I wondered what his voice would sound like moaning my name.

He probably did that all the time and wasn't going to remember me. I pressed the spine of the Italian book against my forehead and breathed. Somewhere in this city, David was probably with Vivienne, in her father's money, untouched. Living a life I had subsidized and that he'd handed to someone else the moment a better offer arrived. He had looked at me in that restaurant and told me I wasn't enough.

He grabbed his jacket and practically ran for the door. After he left, David pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry you heard that. I really was just venting. It's been stressful lately with work and my mom's health stuff, and I took it out on you. But I don't want to break up. I don't want Sarah—she's ancient history. I want you, Chelsea. Only you." I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to so badly. Because if I didn't have David, what did I have? I'd lost Clara. I'd betrayed her trust. My brother was in danger because of me. David was the only good thing left in my life.

Anna always kept him informed of her whereabouts, and this sudden change in plans seemed out of character for her. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid," Andrew thought to himself. "But I haven't even showered in two days. I should head home." He gathered his things and quickly made his way out of the office. David spent the morning going through Anna's belongings, including her bag and diary. He came across a copy of "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen and couldn't help but scoff. "What a fool! Romantic books like these are a thing of the past. There's no such thing as love in this world." However, as he continued reading Anna's diary, he was surprised to find that she still believed in fairy ta

“So, what do you like doing at your leisure time? David asked as we both approached Zayn's building. We've disposed the refuse, and it was as if I was told before, the recycle bin was truly down the estate. David had located his lost house… Funny. His estate is next to Zayn's estate and according to what he'd told me, he lives in the USA. He'd come here to pay his big brother a visit. “Uhm… I really love reading novels,” I replied him with so much ecstasy in my voice. “Wow” he wowed, and I nodded with a bright smile on my face. Novel is my first love.

She looked at David closely, hoping to find an answer to all his questions and curiosity. David suddenly stood up and immediately pulled Shireen into his arms. "I'm just afraid of losing you, Dear. I'm really scared." "What?" muttered Shireen in disbelief at what he was hearing. David doesn't want Shireen to leave him? *** "I love you," David said to the figure of a beautiful, graceful woman in front of him. "Hey, David, are you crazy?" replied the woman. "You are Redric's personal assistant, and you dare say such disgusting things to your boss's lover?"