I Am David The Book Novels & Stories

The cabin felt smaller in the daylight, the air thick with the smell of pine and them. Heather stood there naked, arms wrapped around herself like armor, watching David extend his hand like they were meeting at a pack barbecue instead of after a week of fucking like the world was ending. “I’m David,” he said, voice steady but quiet. “Nice to meet you.”

name as a cover for some of his activities. David, with the help of Arthur Vance and Bima, began formulating a strategy. This war would be the biggest and most personal fight he had ever faced. He would strike the Hydra across all lines, ensuring nothing was left. However, before launching a full-scale operation, David knew he needed to ensure his family was truly safe. One afternoon, David sat on their hotel balcony, looking out at the bustling city of Rome. Olivia sat beside him, holding a cup of herbal tea. Daniel was playing with his new robot in the corner of the room.

He took hold of Malek and caressed her cheek. “Game is on, Mr. Burak. She is mine.” David smiled wickedly as the car zoomed away from the house, not knowing what havoc have been caused in everyone’s life. ************************************** Enough drama? How did you like it guys? Please give your reviews and vote for the book. For updates you can follow me on i***a @meena.writer Stay blessed everyone❤

SATAKE The world outside became loud and I was tempted to open my eyes. The scenery that graced my eyes looked very different from what I had become accustomed to waking up to all my life. I tried to get on my feet when I noticed David cocooned up next to me. His hands were clutched to the book he had read me all night and his face was the depiction of a true angel. I brushed away a lock of dirty blonde that hindered me from gawking at his pretty face. I found myself strangely admitting that I found this warlock attractive in every sense and David couldn’t just be a piece of eye candy. Oh, no. He was smart, witty, inventive, and forgiving too. The more time I spent looking at him, the harder

David like his namesake in the bible is a good looking young man with a joyous personality, never quick to anger, enjoying his life, living on the very edge. Though, unlike his namesake, he has never danced around the city naked but also has a weakness for beautiful women, willing to do anything including sending their husbands to the war front just to have a taste of the forbidden fruit of the woman that catches his fantasy. Everyone knows him; it is each night a different girl. None comes visiting for more than three nights.

Chapter: 27. ***** David banged and kicked at the door. Yelling for Raya or anyone else to open the door for him. 45 minutes later and he was still locked up in there. Frustrated and tired. Steven would be waiting for him right now. He cursed, stood up, and marched to the door, a few seconds later after kicking at the door none stop, it flew open. He picked up his phone and credit cards and walked out of the door. He was certain he wouldn't be coming back here in a long ass time. David got to the living room and found Raya crawled up in a ball on the sofa. He was too upset to stop and ask her any questions. So he went for the front door, one hand on the handle and his phone vibrated in his p

“A civilization optimized for perfect freedom from consequence.” The gray-eyed woman whispered: “No witness.” Julian nodded. “No archive.” “No memory.” “No evidence.” “No accountability.” The blackness grew. A voice emerged. Friendly. Male. “You make us sound awful.” Julian's face went rigid. A man stepped out of the empty center. Young. Maybe thirty. Barefoot. Simple clothes. Completely ordinary. He looked around the auditorium. “Hello.” No one answered. He smiled. “My name is David.” Elias whispered:

he finishes, and I look up to see him watching the cave's entrance. "You can't kill Tav. He will defeat you," I whisper, and his yellow eyes flash. He turns his head in my direction before unfolding his wing. The scaley blue leather lashes out at me striking my torso. I fall back and scream as my wounds land on the earth. "I didn't say you could speak, human. If you haven't realized it yet, you are the bait. The bait doesn't have to be alive for the catch to happen," Dagahra snarls, and my fear quadruples.

But she stepped forward anyway into the clearing, toward the door, toward whatever waited on the other side. Because the fire had chosen her. And it wasn’t done yet. Evelynn stepped up to the strange door, her fingers brushing the rough, rune-carved wood. The fire stirred faintly inside her not warning, not afraid, just aware, like it recognized something here. Something older. The door creaked open on its own. Aiden didn’t flinch. He simply nodded to her and stepped in first. Evelynn followed. The moment she crossed the threshold, the world changed again.

***** A strong kick to my stomach wakes me up. I am still in my cell. Not alone. My father, the witch, Mircea, and Sinn stand around me. The light coming from the small window tells me the night has passed . “Finally,” my father sneers. “I almost thought you were dead.” My throat feels dry. When was the last time I drank something? “Water,” I ask. “Do as I ask, and you will get not only water but food as well,” my father says. “Only a fool would accept to touch the Sword of Nightmares. Only the heir to the Diamond Throne can do so.”