Karkat X Dave Novels & Stories

At least if we were about to get murdered, I'd be going out with my favorite idiot by my side. The door creaked, and footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. Dave strolled in, his cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke like he was in some mobster movie. His two goons followed, standing like statues behind him. "Well, look at you two," he drawled, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Like a couple of sitting ducks." I gritted my teeth. "What do you want, Dave?" He flicked the ashes off his cigarette. "What is it I yearn for? Hmm. Good question." He turned to his men. "What do I want, boys?"

A male voice calls from the shower in Tanner's background. I smirk as I stare at Tanner who's already blushing terribly. " Um… I don't think so, you should go ahead and shower without me. I'm trying to help Lauren." " Is that Dave?" I smile at Tanner. He bites his lip and smiles. " Aww, look at you, blushing so bad." I tease him. Dave appears on my screen next to Tanner on the bed. He's shirtless with just a towel. Oh boy is he hot? Dave is a hot Mexican brown man. Short curly hair and I must say his body is fine. Damn. Like why are all the hottest guys homosexuals?

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

When I was released early from prison for good behavior, my three sisters showed up to pick me up with a dog collar in hand. Vivian Bennett, my eldest sister, held it out to me and said calmly, "Put it on. Don't take it off until we make it home. Pass this final test, and you'll officially become a Bennett." Claire Bennett, my second sister, patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "You've suffered these past seven years. But you smell awful. Go home and take a really good shower before you sit down for dinner." Natalie Bennett, my third sister, looked me up and down, frowning. "When did you get so skinny? I guess the collar suits you now." Seven years ago, they said something similar. Luc

I asked in a blank tone. "F-faith dear...Leo was dying to meet you and we tried our best to stay home but he wouldn't stop crying" Dave said with a regretful tone as he looked down. "Where is his father?" I asked. Kate and Dave gave each other a unusual look and then turned towards me. "Um....he is not here...he has gone on a business trip and won't be coming back for a couple of months" Dave confessed after faking cough. Couple of months?

It made a soft hiss, like a snake. He raised an eyebrow, flipped it open. Scanned the first page. Then the photo clipped inside, Dave at some rooftop bar, his arms slung around two models who looked bored out of their minds, whiskey glass in one hand. James let out a low whistle. “David Whitaker. Hale’s personal psychopath. Damn, Julian. You don’t ask for easy, do you?” “Can you do it?” I asked, my voice flat, tired,y done with games. He laughed under his breath, but it wasn’t happy. “I can do anything, man. Question is, how deep in the shit do you want me?”

Katerina said, her voice sharp like a sword that pierced Lucas right in his heart. “I think…you're right. He doesn't deserve it.” Dave nodded in agreement. He walked to Katerina, “ Let's go.” He said softly, extending his hand towards Kate who received it without hesitation, intertwining their fingers. David turned his head momentarily, giving Lucas a fleeting glance. Lucas didn't miss that annoying smirk on Dave's face. Now he wanted to kill him, taking the threat from earlier seriously…

Dave had finished dressing and thought he heard something move in the woods. He turned around. “Hi Dave,” James said, and swung the baseball bat as hard as he could. He cracked Dave’s skull and rendered him unconscious. James looked down at Dave and spat at him. He’d been watching Dave ever since leaving Kiran to manage the furniture removal for Adara’s resurrection ceremony. For once, Kiran hadn’t questioned him when he said he needed some time alone.

My throat tightened as I stared at it, the rage bubbling back to the surface. “Carina,” a voice called softly. I turned to see Dave, one of the few people I trusted. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his brow furrowed. “You’re late,” he said, his tone filled with worry. I shrugged, dropping my bag onto the table. “Got held up.” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “Held up by who?” “Dante,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. Dave’s jaw tightened. “Damn it, Carina. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

"I still think it's a mistake keeping him alive. You should let Belshar be as brutal as he wants. I'm sure Kail is plotting something right now" "No, he's not. Look, he was just mad that Belshar was the favorite son and that he was going to get everything when the truth was that their parents were only pitching them against one another for their amusement. Kail knows that now. He doesn't even want anything to do with the syndicate anymore. He runs a freaking cafe" "And David... What about him? Aren't you scared he's going to get revenge for Xavier" I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "No, he won't. It's been seven months, if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now"