Max And David Camp Camp Novels & Stories

This was perfect! I left the room as soon as possible then returned to the hall. "Hi. Kaiden Coleman?" An unfamiliar man asked, wearing a grin. "Yes, sir. And you are?" I extended my hand for a handshake. "I'm Max Spada, CEO and Owner of 'THE SPADAX ORIGINAL'." He introduced and accepted my hand, shaking it. "Really?!" I feigned surprise and retrieved my hand to my side. I had never heard of that name or company but I needed to show my full interest. "I've heard of that firm." I lied.

He wanted to see how David would react and act with Maureen. The air slowly thickened as Maureen awaited a response. David finally glanced at her. He studied her—not with interest—but just long enough to assess. Then his lips parted slowly. “I’m not interested in kids.” And with that, he stepped around her, his expression unreadable, and walked back inside the hall. Max blinked. “Did he just—” he started, but stopped himself. Maureen turned to him, arching an eyebrow. Max fumbled for something to say but eventually settled on a shrug and a half-smile before he followed David’s retreating figure.

But David finally answered, “Not many people know this about me, but I was actually born and raised here in North Hollywood. I once worked in that bar when I was a young adult, and continued to visit there even when I became famous. So I guess… people who came there just got used to seeing me.“ “I see…” Catherine commented. “So… why'd you call me out here?“ David looked around them, picking a cap from the bonnet and wearing it. His face was covered from the other side after he did that. “I know you still want my friend,” Catherine started. And then she watched David's expression. He didn't blink or react a bit, but Catherine knew from past experience that he had a reaction in his heart—he wa

Sarah was very laid back and didn’t mind. Sarah had actually offered when she heard of Taylor’s grand scheme to get Meredith hitched to a David. Even though she didn’t work at Maxwell Sharpe Marketing Inc., she was very aware of who the Davids were. They were the three Divine sons of the business moguls Grant Maxwell and Faith Sharpe. It was widely known that one of them would inherit the title of CEO once their father stepped down.

The youngster turned and left the minute he finished speaking, and he quietly shut the door behind him. “Who are you? What’s your name? Why do you need to see Mr. Nelson?” Mr. Campbell asked David. David did not answer his questions. Instead, he yelled towards the room situated near to the back, “Cade Nelson! Come out and meet me!” “You’re being reckless!” Mr. Campbell said furiously as he stood and pointed at David. “Oh? Am I the reckless one, or are you?” David asked, a cold expression on his face. “You…” Mr. Campbell was at a loss trying to figure out a reply.

Gair doubted very much that the nuns had given Ellie any real idea of what to expect from the Wicked Warrior, but she had at least been willing to wed. “Do you want to sit and watch her some more or do you feel up to a briefing on the mercenary situation? James and David are in the solar.” “Another David Campbell? Can they not use a different name?” “From the youngest of three brothers with one name, whose father and grandfather also bore the same name?”

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David replied in a light tone. David's friend laughed and patted David's back hard. He turned to me, and his smile grew wider. "And I think you are Loreine Hart, the beautiful princess who has filled my best friend's heart for years!" he said straightforwardly. David took my hand. "Baby, this is Maxin Kornthas, my best friend besides Liam, since elementary school. When he was in high school, he transferred to Thailand, following his Thai father, returned to his hometown and only returned here two years ago."

“Your sweet Camilla. So beautiful and young...” “No… No…” David’s head shook as his eyes watered. “You did not.” “I did.” He said it right away. It could have been her and your son. He was supposed to go with her that day, right? But for some reason, he was left behind.” “Fuck you, Maximus!” David’s voice croaked, and my heart shattered at the pain in his eyes. Camilla, his fated mate, was killed in an attack when she visited a friend’s pack when their oldest son was only fourteen and their youngest was just twelve.

“What’s up?” “I just came to tell you I’ll be traveling for a few days,” he said, his tone softening when he addressed me. “I wanted to make sure you and Daphne are okay before I leave.” I smiled, genuinely touched. “Thank you, David. We’ll be fine. Take care of yourself.” I hugged him briefly, and he left soon after, leaving me alone with Max again. Once the door closed, Max leaned back, a curious expression on his face. “So, who is he?”