I Am David The Book Novels & Stories

Flavius lays across the expanse of our bed Vega resting behind him. He grasps a book delicately between his fingers and he read its content. I help but let my eyes wander across his focused figure trying to commit the scene to memory. Midday light shown on his face lightening his deep brown eyes to almost amber. "I find it rather hard to focus with you staring so intently," Flavius mumbles never looking up from the book. I laugh laying at the foot of the bed.

she questioned, hoping for a glimmer of reassurance. David's face contorted with anger, his eyes ablaze with disdain. "Whether it's your wedding night or any night, you must never forget your position," he hissed, his words piercing her like a dagger. "You are nothing but a maid, someone who deceived and drugged me to satisfy your selfish desires. Don't you dare forget your place?." Tears welled up in Rowan's eyes, her voice quivering with a blend of pain and determination. "I am more than just a maid," she whispered to herself as David forcefully shut the door behind him.

David is of Barbarian heritage, but he was raised in Great Britain and studied and worked there. David and Captain Reniel go way back. “David, I know you very well,” Captain Reniel mocks. “Many women were attracted to you, but you dared not show interest in anybody other than the attractive woman who was pregnant. You had no idea that she might have another lover who might be the biological father of the child,” Reeniel reflects. “We began attending school at a young age, and Reniel giggles, "We became friends when you suffered bullying against our big, overweight male classmates one winter day.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned and approached the tent. The scene I found within wasn’t what I expected at all; but then again, I had come here not knowing what to expect. All I knew was that David was sick and had fled here from Bloodmoon, which meant that trouble was coming our way. More trouble than we were already facing, of course. David was lying on one of the cots, writhing against the leather straps binding him to the bed. His face was coated in a sheen of sweat and he was growling low in his throat like an animal.

David seemed to be losing it and was holding on to his anger “I have my son to worry about. If you have questions you want to ask, ask your father when we catch him and put him in his rightful place” he said “I doubt that will happen. See David Smith. You may be a billionaire and famous with a good name and a respected family but you are definitely not the first man to be an enemy of my father. My father has enemies that are richer and more powerful than you but still, they haven't been able to lay a finger on him, you know why?, Because he is Smart, he doesn't do things because he can't move on from an event of 20 years ago. You won't succeed and I swear I will remind you of all this and la

David's Side Story: From the inception of his memories, David grasped one fundamental principle: emotions were the most burdensome aspect of this world. Adhering to his own life principles, he embarked on navigating the intricacies of human existence after assuming the management rights of the Winston Group from Mr. Winston Senior. As he had grown up amidst death, his mindset differed from those who had grown up in well-lit classrooms in his home country. He couldn't fathom those men and women who shed tears over love, nor did he comprehend the pursuit of parental approval by engaging in activities they disliked.

He probably did that all the time and wasn't going to remember me. I pressed the spine of the Italian book against my forehead and breathed. Somewhere in this city, David was probably with Vivienne, in her father's money, untouched. Living a life I had subsidized and that he'd handed to someone else the moment a better offer arrived. He had looked at me in that restaurant and told me I wasn't enough.

A feeling that this afternoon was different, even though the world gave no signs. Maybe it was because the outside sounds weren’t as loud as usual. Maybe because David hadn’t contacted me. Or maybe because I was starting to truly feel alone, even though the shadows in this room still kept me company. I reached for a book on the table. Opened it, and began reading something I had written a few days ago. About David. Again. David, Daniel, Dr. John, Liam, Mr. Jimmy and his wife, as well as Carlos and other killers, all clearly written in my book. They were all connected. Had one purpose, like an organization.

- I said, looking at him questioningly. - Because she did.- Oliver replied, sitting down on the blanket and picking up Alex, who wasn't afraid of him at all, as if he knew it was his father. In fact, our son must have sensed that Oliver was approaching, which is why he was so happy not so long ago.- Your mother's fireball hit me, but when you left, she wanted to follow you, and when ran out of the house I took the opportunity and, using my last strength, I ran through the terrace door, into the forest. I ran for so long, hunting along the way to get stronger, until I reached a friend of mine who lives in a small village outside Rome. I lied down there, in a coffin, and healed until my wounds

BOOK TWO: THE STORM BEFORE CALM Hello readers, this is the second book of the series from here on with the title above, I merged it into one book to make it easier to find and read, enjoy. *** "Why are you sighing so much?" David asked as she eased another sigh for the umpteemth time. "Nothing..." lulus voice faded softly and he pulled his brows together. "Wait, seriously, what's wrong?" David's eyebrows shifted together in confusion as he tilted her chin so that she was facing him.