Digimon Davis Novels & Stories

“I’m looking for Olivia George. I would like to have a brief personal conversation with her.” I gave Lola and Andrew a knowing look. Then, they shifted aside. Who was this guy and what did he want with me? I had never seen him before. “My name’s Davis,” he said casually. “I’ve been hearing stories about a girly genius in our grade. I haven’t seen you around much, so I thought I should meet this popular nerd for myself.” Who is this bold, witty boy? I thought, almost amused by his directness. I giggled a little and hit him with a single-word response.

Cold, yet burning at the same time. There stood Davian. Vivian's stepbrother. He leaned against the edge of the dressing table with his shirt half open, revealing the intricate tattoos that covered his skin. He didn't look surprised to see me enter; it was as if he had been waiting for me. "Dewangga, look at this," he whispered. His voice was low, hoarse, and contained a provocative tone that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He showed me his large penis in his underwear, then he tried to show off his muscular body.

Davis's eyes grew in astonishment, he's never seen someone solve his puzzles. He gave Thanatos a thumbs up. "My mom and uncle Arthur can't solve it fast" he said. "Of course, I normally do this when I was a kid.. I have all kinds of puzzle then" Thanatos replied. Davis stopped smiling and narrowed his eyes at Thanatos, he studied him for some seconds. "Are you trying to get close to me?" He asked him. Thanatos couldn't reply, because Davis is correct.. he's trying to get close to Davis to win Jasmine back.

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The disinfectant burned sharply against the raw skin, but I didn’t even breathe through my teeth. Physical discomfort was meaningless noise. I wrapped the wound neatly and moved to my desk. The laptop screen flared to life in the underground gloom, running a secure, untraceable network. I typed the name. Matt Davis. His picture loaded instantly. Sharp features, a hint of silver at his temples, and that practiced, reassuring smile. The kind of man people inherently trust. CEO of the Davis Empire. Construction, tech, energy—his reach covered the whole city.

"Davis. What is it?" "Sir, we have a high-priority alert," Davis’s voice was crisp, professional, and dripping with urgency. "Ten minutes ago, our digital firewall flagged an unauthorized deep-dive query on our private security network. Someone was attempting to run an illegal, military-grade background check and asset search on a specific individual associated with your files." Xavier’s body went completely rigid, his dark eyes narrowing into ice. "Who was the target?"

He thought she was the weak link in the chain. "What do you need me to do?" Mira asked. Her voice was even. Entirely compliant. She didn't offer an ounce of resistance, playing the part of the scared, excluded friend perfectly. Davan’s smile widened slightly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small, heavy silver slip, not a standard business card, but a sleek, unlabeled piece of polished metal with a digital timestamp glowing faintly on its edge.

“I’m David Anderson, Mr. Daven. My mom’s name is Emily Rose and my dad is Pitt Anderson.” “Thank you, David. That’s a very cool name,” Daven replied, giving him a thumbs-up. Josh let out a little sigh. It wasn’t that he disliked David getting praise. But still… “My name is Joshua Grayson, Mr. Daven. Mommy’s name is Althea Grayson. My dad? Um…” He paused, lowering his voice. “Mommy says my dad’s already in heaven. So… I don’t know his name.” "Make sure they receive everything we've sent," Daven said, his eyes never leaving the tablet in his hands. He wasn’t working—at least not in the usual sense. He was distracting himself from the spiral of thoughts that had been clouding his mind ever sinc

Daisy looks between us and I bite against my cheek to stop the laughter. “Nothing, we’re here let’s go.” I’m glad we’re here, but if D is going to be like this until he gets to fuck her, I’m hiding. We walk to the door and it opens, a woman standing there looking at us confused. “This is Emily. Emily, this is Demitri, Calix and Marcello Devil.” Daisy steps around us and introduces us. “I thought you were Mary or Dean, they just disappeared.” “Look, can we come in and talk? Are all the girls here?” Daisy asks and she looks at her then at us before nodding.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.