How To Text Dantdm Novels & Stories

Then, with a shaky breath, I pressed one number—the only number I dared call. "Dante." I whispered. I looked at Damien leaning at the rock we're hiding putting pressure on his wound. I swallowed hard and whispered, "Dante." My eyes flicked to Damien, slumped against the rough rock, his hand pressed firmly against the bleeding wound. His face was pale under the moonlight, every breath shallow and uneven. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, and all I could do was hope Dante would answer. The line clicked once, twice, and then—

I texted Anita. *****

“I was just wondering how you were able to get my number since; you didn’t exactly ask for it” Damien laughed “Let’s just say I have my ways of knowing” “I’d love to know your ways” Kyle said before he could stop himself. “I’ll tell you in person, just get ready. I’ll pick you up at 7:30” “I should be ready by then” “Good. And wear something sporty. Don’t forget to text me your address” “I will do that immediately I get off the phone” “Perfect, see you in a bit” Damien said, then ended the call.

A knock came at the door. A guard entered, holding out a phone. “Sir. Incoming call. It’s on speaker.” He placed it on the table and stepped aside. Another man took Cris’s place at the computer, already beginning to trace the number. Damien stepped forward, hands clenching at his sides. “Hello, Damien,” came Dmitri’s voice, smooth as silk. “What do you want, D?” he said coldly. “Aww. Is that how you talk to your fiancée?”

He usually texts when class is almost about to end or when the class ends. “Hey baby I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to school early today. I hope you’re not angry at me.” I smiled at my phone, Dante was just so fucking cute. I could already imagine him giving me a puppy dog eye with those cute brown eyes. “No baby, you didn’t get me angry. I’ve missed you my love.” My smile was getting wider. He opened my message immediately, and I could see the 3 dots on our chat which indicated that he was typing.

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

I nodded and took a seat next to him while I started filling out the paperwork. "It asks me if I can put an emergency contact on here in case something goes wrong… I have no one, do you think I could put you?" I asked him. He smiled at me. "Of course, my name is Damien. And my number is 909-663-8197." He said, as I scribbled his information down. "Thanks." I said softly, and kept writing.

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

I began eating again, my gaze flitting to the tablet, musing over my options. I could contact Dante via email. Yeah, I know, old-school, but at least he’ll get it and hopefully check it soon... Kat even gave me his number, but oh well. I picked up the tablet and switched it on, the screen went blank for a second before it turned on. Logging into my email, I found Dante’s address and began typing a message. ‘Hey nephew! Hope you are enjoying your time in Italy. Eat my share of pizza and pasta and send me pictures.

I pressed my thumb against my home button, and found a message displayed on my screen. A text from an unknown number. I clicked the message, and the app displayed in front of the screen, showing me the full message. "It's done, Mr. Damon. FiveTech is all yours." Mission accomplished.