Max And David Camp Camp Novels & Stories

I hissed, my eyes scanning his red hair and the faint scar on his neck. A faint chuckle sounded. “Long time no see, Hunter.” I quickly surveyed the room. Arianna's bed was empty. Then I saw her on the floor, lying on her stomach in a puddle of blood. My eyes quickly shifted to the fucker before me. “Maxim… I believe,” I gritted out. He let out a heavy sigh. “I forgot you've never learned my real name. How did they call us in that camp? I was seventeen, and you were… Thirty-eight, right? Good old times…”

Campbell and I are going to the hospital immediately. David looks at the clock on the wall. If he went to the hospital now, he wouldn't be at the hotel door at 8, and his father would consider that a failure, no matter the circumstances. He sees in the policeman's face that there is no turning back. He was going to the hospital. When the agent probably found out who he was, he didn't want to risk having a Campbell die on his shift. David was Simon's son, and the commander didn't want an angry Simon on his trail.

I was about to be in a room with three men. My hands shook as they walked in the living room. David entered first, then a taller, muscled man behind him. He had short dark hair, almost as short as a buzzcut, with these beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and just his cut, no t-shirt on underneath, showing off the array of tattoos he had across his chest and down both arms. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Creek. I’m Ink’s VP.” David must have told them not to come close to me because Creek didn’t try to shake my hand, I felt a bit rude, but I was grateful for David for telling them.

The captain said. “Actually, that is the one thing I can’t believe he hasn’t done yet.” Deanna said as she looked at Max, “David is a coward, and he never could be in trouble because it bothered him. Why hasn’t he given this other person up and traded something for the knowledge?” “There isn’t anything he could really gain by it.” The captain said. “We wouldn’t change any of his charges.” “That isn’t the point of what she is trying to say. David has tried playing mental warfare games with nearly everyone since he was arrested. I mean, we were getting thousands of letters a day from his fangirls at our house all addressed to Deanna.” Max said flatly.

" he is here boss" Maan said and Dave nodded before he roll the sleeve of his shirt, he walk inside the dark room and he switched on the lights, he grin looking at the unconscious Max and his little sister, " wake them up" he said and look back at Maan who nodded and walk to the other side of the room,that has two buckets of water, he picked the full one and pours the whole bucket on Max, Max gasper , opening his eyes " what the...." He shouted, then he stopped when he saw Dave looking at him with an intense gaze

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.

a man screamed. When David heard it, he walked there and found Max lying in a pool of blood. His blood, David's heart, shook. He kneeled and fearfully checked Max’s breathing, which barely was there. “Call the ambulance right now; he is alive; I want him alive!” David yelled at his men. People ran around, and soon they carried Max. He was unconscious. David and Robert’s people had searched the whole city; they closed the way to go outside the city.

To his right sat Charles Dickson, Max's father—stiff-backed and reserved, and beside him, Martha Dickson, Max's stepmother—impeccably dressed, her smile polite but calculated. Ryder, Max's stepbrother, was already there. He lounged in his chair with the careless confidence of a man accustomed to getting away with too much—CEO by title, arrogance by habit. His eyes flickered towards me the moment I entered, lingering in a way that made my skin prickle. The moment Max noticed, his jaw tightened imperceptibly. David arose slowly when Max and I approached. “So, finally,” David said, his voice carrying authority. “I get to behold my boy after a very long time.”

Trust maximo's members to fight to death till they get their heart desires. When Maximo step into the dimly lighted room, Aldo quickly goes to him with a neat embroidered handkerchief. Maximo received this and held it to his face for sometime to wipe off the unpleasant odour that was swirling around the room. Everyone knows their boss is classy but sadistic. When he walks further into the room, he stares at the three Zainy's men who were strapped to the chair. Then he look up slightly to stare at the sheep who already has been stripped naked.

one of the Omega blurted out in panic. “David?” I asked with furrowed brows. Did this David have a high position in the pack and needed personal assistants? I racked my brain to search for a David in the Silentmane Canines Pack important members list, but I couldn’t find his name. He wasn't the Gamma, head guard, or even a strong warrior. So, who was this David? “David is a son of one of the Elders, and he’s working in Alpha Maximillian’s company as a manager,” the other Omega explained.