I Am David The Book 소설 & 이야기

Hello. My name is Sylvester and I am twenty-six years old. This is a book about my revenge on my father-in-law Mr. Adams, for what he had done to my mother. I hope this teaches you all, the readers, how to treat people. You'll never what the future might bring. It all started a long time ago when I was only eighteen my name was Dave... Dave POV... "Mother I'm off to work now," I said. "Won't you at least have something to eat first? It's not good to work on an empty stomach." My mother said.

I offered. “Yes. You will. But I want you to go with the dragons,” said David. “I can’t have you getting impaled too.” “Okay.” David had begun pacing, turning his attention to papers strewn on a folding table they had set up in the room, rubbing his beard. The lantern light passed over him from different angles, highlighting his grubby appearance. He was a far cry from the polished man he used to be a couple of months ago. Machinations were unfolding in his mind; I could see it. But when he erratically came toward me, I hadn’t expected him to reach out and grab my jaw, pulling me closer. “I need you to not say anything about Kiara’s presence to anyone,” growled David. “Do you understand?”

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

He was looking delicious in his sweatpants and t-shirt, his defined muscles make my mouth watered instantly. I gasped as he took my hand that was holding the towel, making it dropped and I was naked in front of him. "So young and beautiful, tell me...what's your name kitten?" "Claire." I breathed my answer. "I'm David, I want you to scream my name when I let you come. You understand me, kitten?" He was whispering low in my ear, he was licking my ear down to my neck. Then he was pushing his hardening cock to my front. I whimpered and said yes.

"I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match." World tilted jet-rocking, confession landing gut-punch. Stalked. Two years. My knee snapped up light precision—not to maim, but warn—grazing his groin velvet threat. He laughed, low, grinding stones, pain twisting pleasure, obsidian flaring volcanic. "Fight, crisis queen."

Hannah was a clean we picked up about a month ago on a long mission that had ended in disaster, huge fucking epic disaster. The mission had started out like any other and progressed the way we all expected it to, until we found Hannah and her brother Danny klein. Then things had turned to shit fast. From overheard conversations and our own observations we had figured there was an imminent attack on the compound and high tailed it back. We made it in time but the infected still managed to get around our defenses, attacking from below and striking at the heart of our community. A lot of lives had been lost that day, including Wheeler.

"What's your name? I'm Thea, and Ares is my brother." "Richard." "Well, Richard, my brother has a bit of a temper, but between my other two siblings and me. I'm the worst." Once Richard took my hand, I squeezed his hand tightly and twisted, hearing the bone crack as he howled in pain. He cringes back on the ground, hugging his hand, crying like a baby. "What did you do, you bitch?!" I brush my hair back and scoff, acting like a thug. "You're lucky I didn't finish what my brother has started; otherwise, I'll be called a murderer. I wouldn't want that because I got a kid at home waiting for me to come back."

Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmares for a year. There was dust on it. The particles made me cough as I blew to brush it off, only to inhale. I read the title as if it was in an ancient language. "Amihan," I whisper in the ancient tongue, pronouncing the word. It wasn't hard. Nay taught me a few letters of the ancient language, so reading the title of this book came in handy. Now here comes the fun part. I open the book to the first page and read the passage.

“We need to find shelter. Somewhere safe enough to think.” Sarah nodded, though her body shook. David lay between us, skin pale. He tried to push up once, and his eyes blinked open. He gasped like someone surfacing from deep water. I rushed to his side. “David can you hear me?” He coughed. “Yes…” His voice was faint. “I feel… shadows inside.” He clutched my wrist, fingers cold. I swallowed. “You’re safe. We’re here.” He looked at John. “You were right. It was never meant to be me as altar.”

As they got there in 10 minutes they went inside and David felt something is not right. "What happened?" Henry asked looking at the frown on younger's face. "Something is not right here. Hurry up" David ran inside and they hear many voices. Both of them ran toward the voices and as they got upstairs, he saw many people standing in front of the door. "What happened?" David asked as he went there to the first person he saw. "Who are you?" The woman infront of him asked instead of answering. "David. David Andrew, son of Head Alpha of Blood Moon Pack" the woman bowed to him with respect.