One Good Deed David Baldacci Novels & Stories

“For free? But there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.” Almost immediately, Allan expressed his doubt. He could not help but feel that whoever this David person was, he must have an ulterior motive to be so kind like that without asking for anything in exchange. He suspected that there was more to it than what meets the eye. He reckoned that there was simply no way that this was an act of pure goodwill on the other party’s part.

Nityam still didn't extend his hand out to receive it, but once again, David maintained his position of handing over the information, his heart was drenched in a cold sweat. After all, the victim of this incident was none other than Miss Kapoor, whom Mr. Raychand valued the most... It had already been three months since the explosion that causes a sensation in M city, but the effects from it still had not disappeared. After that blast, David had seen with his own eyes, how Nityam become a devil. He didn't even let go of a single person that had ever had harm Miss Kaoopr, from Shiv to the Davis family in Italy... In these three months, Mr. Raychand just had to deal with everyone... Even every

“First it was Nora… and now Catharine. What the hell is going on here? Could it be that they were both abducted?“ David stood from the chair again and took another tug at the whiskey. He looked at the bottle after that, then he put it on the table after deciding that he needed to be able to think well and the drink was of no good to him. “This is a mystery that needs to be solved. And I can't sit at home or do any work with the thought that the woman I love and her friend are both missing.“ David ran to his room after that and changed to a new set of clothes. He put on his designer watch and wore a shoe that was easy to run in. Then he took his wallet and credit card in a small bag and went

David pov Good morning sir Morning and you are Oh am her palace The maid is here to clean her body Okay please be quick Yes sir But why does this maid look familiar Sorry have we met before Sorry Oh no we haven't sir Okay sorry for distracting you please be quick Alright bye Why are they both looking sad Whatever it's not my business Jessica's pov I need to give Nathan the same medicine just as his mother was given only then I won't have to kill him but put him to sleep Great idea Am a genius That's the only way to keep him safe But after putting him to sleep I would destroy his park and render him powerless That's a great revenge David's pov Alpha we are here Okay I came down from the car w

Ya Allah, make everything work out for the best. We arrive at a beautiful house. It has this cozy warm feeling. I meet David’s wife and kids. He has three cute looking boys and a beautiful wife. Her name is Lisa, and she is a doctor. She was the one who saved her husband’s life after he escaped. She told me he was standing right in front of her when she heard her husband was found dead. She thought that maybe it was his ghost she was treating. Lisa is worried about her husband because if Mr. Alberto finds out he is alive, he won’t hesitate to kill David himself this time. That is also one of the reasons why David can’t go back to work yet. Lisa wishes nothing more than to see Mr. Alberto in

Hailey The air in the living room felt like a physical weight against my chest. I could hear the crackle of the fireplace, but the heat didn't reach me. I stood at the top of the stairs for a second, watching the scene below. Evans stood in the center of the rug, his back straight, his shoulders tense like a coiled spring. Across from him, David Wilson sat in the leather chair, looking like he owned the world and everyone in it. "I heard something interesting today, Evans," David said, his voice smooth and oily. "Something about a woman waking up in your basement."

Those few seconds stretched out longer than any kind of torture could've. It was over. I was finished. Three years of planning—every careful move, every kill, my flawless escape. And now, it was all ruined… because I lost control for one freaking second. But Alex didn't call me out about Sharon Goodman right away. Instead, he pulled a clear evidence bag out from a drawer. My gaze locked on it instantly, a sick weight crashing into my stomach. Inside was a photo—a small, worn, colored photo. It showed a girl standing on a hillside covered in wildflowers. She wore a white cotton dress, her smile so bright and pure. It was as if the sunlight had chosen her.

“What do rich people like you usually have for lunch? Caviar or black truffles?” “I'm just a normal person,” I said coldly. “Unfortunately, the police station didn't provide me with lunch.” “In all my years as a cop, the bad guys I catch are poor, and because of that, a lot of people commit crimes. But I was surprised that a rich person like you could murder someone. Weren't you raised with an elite education?” David gave me a casual look, “Why on earth did you murder your stepmother?” “I didn't murder anyone.” I looked at the empty glass and said to him, “Even if you don't give me lunch, don't I have the right to drink water? My glass has no water.”

Combined with Peter's determined tone, he resigned from his job and hurried back. Less than two days after his return, Martha had her accident. Donations poured in immediately afterward. Only then did David realize what that "fortune" meant. Panicked, he had questioned Peter in private, but the latter offered no explanation. Instead, he abruptly entrusted the elderly mother and Chloe to him. David found himself torn between guilt and the overwhelming sum of donations that could change his family's fate. In the end, he chose the latter. "As for anything more…" Bruce picked up the cup from the coffee table and took a sip, his Adam's apple shifting. His tone remained cold. "David doesn't know.

Once I hear the front door open and shut, I go back to reading. After reading for about another hour, I decided to go see Brandon to talk to him again. Brandon has done bad things, but it's not hard to see that that's not who he is. People are after him and He's okay with dying, but maybe his mate can give him a reason to want to live. I leave out the office and grab the car keys out the tray as I leave out the door, getting into the car, leaving. Once I finally get to the condo building, I enter the elevator going up to the floor the condo is on.