Desmond Sycamore Novels & Stories

the colonel said. " Yes Sir, you're right because I didn't kill him as a police officer, I killed him as a soldier " Desmond said. " what are talking Mike?...... I'm lost " DIG Martins said confused. " I was a soldier and my name is not Mike " Desmond said and they are all shocked. " whaaaat" they said in unison. " Not again" Agent mackerel said. " My name.....is......Desmond Dasilva, formal Soldier, Rank Staff sergeant " Desmond revealed.

Her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling. "Why not just stay with me?" he said, lighting a cigarette. "I'm strong and healthy, aren't I?" He exhaled a cloud of smoke, savoring the moment. Tammy stared at him blankly, her expression unreadable. Unaware of the storm brewing inside her, Desmond continued smoking and buttoning his pants. Quietly, she rose from the bed and approached him. Before he could react, the blade of a pair of scissors sank into his neck. Blood spurted out in violent bursts. His mouth opened, but no sound came, only a look of terror as he stared at Tammy.

He smirked and came over, grabbing two of the glasses. Holding them up for me, I poured a half a glass into each of them. With the bottle down and the globe closed, I took the glass from Scott and sat down in my chair. Putting my feet up on the desk, I leaned back and took a drink. The smooth bourbon made me smile and closed my eyes. “Happy birthday, Desmond.” “More like happy birthday, old man.” He laughed. “I mean, like you said, until we can beat you, we can’t say shit.”

Pressing my lips together, I nod my head, "Thank you for suggesting to me what I should do with you." "No... no, not with you." I wave my finger with a shake of my head, "Actually, with him." I point at the other hunter, who is silently glaring at me. Desmond is the younger version of Burton, and just like his father, he has killed many innocent people mercilessly.

The constant pampering had clearly convinced Ford he could act without ever facing the consequences. “Miss Brown, please refrain from running your mouth!" Moss growled, struggling to suppress the fury boiling within. “I'm just telling it like it is." Amelia glanced at Desmond, raising an eyebrow. "You agree, right? Mr. Miller?" “She's got it nailed," Desmond responded coolly, his stare slicing through Moss. "Your son's torn apart more lives than I can count. And every time, you've swept it under the rug. He's only still around because you've bailed him out. He started it and got his penis ruined. Honestly? He's lucky this is all he got."

Romeo asked “How would I fucking know” I growl passing the phone back to Simeon “Your sister is so fucking hot now I'm thinking of shooting my shot at her” Desmond said annoyingly licking his lips, “Don't you dare, don't even think about the possibility cause I'm not going to let it happen” “Come on bro why are you so possessive of her, it's not like she's fucking taken, she's single so I have the right to shoot my shot”

“Desmond may be… distracted, but don’t forget who helped him become who he is. Who built his empire. And you… you think you can just walk in and take his attention, his loyalty… his life?” I froze, my mind racing. I knew Sylvia had influence over Desmond, but I had never realized just how dangerous she could be. My chest tightened. “I’m not trying to take anything from him. I just… I want what’s safe, what’s right for the kids. That’s all.” Sylvia laughed, low and sharp. “Kids? Oh, Sienna, sweet, naive Sienna… the kids are just another piece on the board. And you? You’re not even in the game. Do you know what happens to people who get in my way?”

, just then, a man walked into the class room, he was of average height with neat hair and glasses, Daisy figured it was the new teacher she had not met "Hello, you must be Miss Montero" he said with a small smile "Mrs Montero now" she replied "Oh, nice to meet you, my name is Desmond", Daisy shook hands with him, For the rest of the day, they taught the little kids together, Desmond proved to be a patient and kind person and Daisy couldn't be more happy that she was going to be working with him, It was finally 4pm and all the kids had left, The other teachers had also began to live, Daisy was about to head to her car when Steven's other car pulled up,

Lenora- Mr. Sinclair collapsed into the seat behind his desk, looking at both of us with a smile. “That's good,” he grinned hard, as Desmond slapped my left ass cheek in warm up. Chest flat on the chair, I hung my waist high up in the air. I was still shaking from my orgasm, cream dripping from my pussy to the chair down to a collective pool on the floor. Desmond used his swollen cock to rub my clitoris, and a shiver ran down my spine anytime he teased the entrance of my wet pussy with the tip of his cap.

This is too much temptation even for a sinner like me. He goes on talking. "But we both know it won't take long because I'm Desmond Smith. I'll pin you down on my bed and make you beg for my cock and I'll cum all over your pretty little face and when I'm done you'll be begging for more, but I'll leave you empty and broken."