Private Desmond Doss Novels & Stories

Wade Roberto said persuasively. Picking up the file, she opened it and stared askance at the white document. "A Contract marriage?" Daisy Hunter blurted in bewilderment. "Yes, Daisy, a contract marriage, I want you to help me secure my position as the new CEO of Roberto's Luxury Empire, and in return, I will make you a billionaire overnight." His voice was vehement and dripping with persuasion. The situation was intense as Daisy Hunter gazed at her boss, her mouth agape. "You aren't serious, are you?" Daisy Hunter asked, her voice laced with trepidation.

Alpha Ray__ that was his name, she thought silently in her mind as he administered what she guessed to be a dose of paracetamol into her vein. Jasmine looked up to Mira who she guessed was only a few years older than her. She was so beautiful with her red hair that was packed in a more girlish manner compared to Alpha Ray's. She had Jewelry on her left ankle and upper right arm. Jasmine felt inferior as she followed them at their back.

Desmond said. "Who is causing trouble here!" A cold, loud, masculine voice was heard from the back, and all heads turned. The female assistant manager of Zacklid group was making her way to the stage with two guards. "Nice to meet you, Miss Margaret. I'm Mr. Desmond. Don't worry about the drama; my company is going to meet Zacklid group expectations. I will definitely deliver the work with quality." He was still talking, and her eyes fell on the torn paper on the floor. She left him and picked up the paper.

The murmuring of the press stopped and all that could be heard aside the flashes were the scribbling of pens on journals. He sighed again and gave a charming smile. "I am Desmond Anderson, not a love doctor. That name kind of confuses me. I am not a doctor. And I'm sure you didn't get the wrong person, so I will be glad to know why you are calling me that." He directed the question to the woman who had called him that but another reporter chose to answer the question. Well, that was fine, as long as the question got answered.

Desmond had told Odessa about his encounter with his brother, and how he had displayed such immense power with a flick of his finger, rendering him frozen and useless. Unable to attack or defend himself when you were still together with him before the war. Was he this powerful? Desmond took his head in negation. He was powerful, yes, but not like this. The Dominico I saw yesterday has an air around him like nothing I've ever seen or felt. It was like he wasn't even human. His smile was fake. His movements were jerky, and he was just completely unstable. I wonder what his plan is. Do you think he's going to attack directly?

“Dr Desmond Davis, for how much did you get sold? You're in for a lot of trouble by giving my life certificate to Liam Colin. I'm coming for you.” He immediately dialed another number. “I want Dr Desmond Davis the chief cardiac surgeon from Holy City hospital in my warehouse torture cell immediately.”

a stern voice cut through the rain. A detective in a drenched trench coat stepped out from behind the wall of SWAT shields. It was Detective Miller. He didn't look like a man arriving at a crime scene; he looked like a man delivering a long-overdue sentence. He looked down at Elias with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust.

His whole body hurts badly. "Desmond if you answer my questions correctly then I will round up today's session quickly, this will be great for the two of us as I do not want to speak to you for too long either," Cosimo started. "So what is your full name?" "I'm Desmond... Venezio, Desmond Venezio, half Italian, half American." "Good boy. Next question... Which year did you meet Anna?" "I... I don't remember the exact year but I know she was between 16 and 17," Desmond replied.

I gestured to his body. He chuckled and I smiled. My attempt to try and get him out of the spiral I could see him diving down worked. “Says the goth.” “I know who I am. Is business man all you really are?” I watched Desmond look down at his hands. “I guess it is. All I do is work. Sometimes I’ll go to the football games my son plays in but outside of that, I don’t have time for anything else.” He looked at me, eyes wide as though he said something wrong.

His heart raced faster as he continued to zone out, until a frantic shake of his arm snapped him back to reality. Returning to awareness, he noticed Professor Steve, the professor in charge of special abilities, kneeling on the floor beside an unconscious Desmond, reciting an incantation. With a hard gulp, Damon realised Darius was standing beside him, his eyes filled with worry and concern. Fear gripped Damon as he moved his gaze back to Desmond, who still remained unresponsive on the floor.