Story About David Novels & Stories

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

Vera's POV I've been tensed and worried for Mr. Blacksmith. This shouldn’t have happened at all. What was David doing in my school at this odd hour of the day? It has never happened before. Never at all. He should be at work and not here hitting and cursing and bringing an imminent end to Mr. Blacksmith’s career. Jeez, David is one hell of a twisted man. I never saw this twist coming but it did. Now, the man I desire saw me with one of my fuck buddy here in school.

From that day on, David's parents hated me. As for David, he couldn't remember much about the accident because of the injuries he had suffered. So he believed whatever everyone told him, their lies became his truth. The hatred they had for me slowly became his own, I tried to tell him the truth once. I told him I was the one who had pulled him from the burning car, driven him to the hospital, and donated my blood to save his life. He didn't believe a single word. Instead, he accused me of trying to steal the credit for someone else's good deed. That was the day I realized no matter what I said, no one was ever going to believe me.

Vincent poured David a drink and explained with a hint of sympathy, "He went on a business trip and came back to find out the girl he wanted to marry is taken." So that was it - unrequited love. "Ah," David said indifferently. "Looks like he'll be moping for about three days this time." Instead of taking the drink, he reached for a bottle of water and chugged three in a row before his throat felt somewhat better. As he went for a fourth bottle, Sarah stared at him in disbelief. "Did someone leave you in the desert or something?" she couldn't help asking. Who drinks water like that? David was reminded of being dumped in the suburbs by Selina's bodyguards. Feeling a sore spot touched, he shot

"But, he told me he was over her. He said he was moving on." "That face doesn't look like someone who's moving on. Tess is my daughter, I want the best for her. I don't think she'll ever get married. But if she's ever going to, I'll be glad if it's you or Luke," She patted his back and walked into the kitchen. "Pancakes," Tess muttered from her sleep. "If you want them so badly,wake up," David said from his spot on the dining table. Barb had prepared food and went to call the team to join them while Tess was still on the floor and Jason was beside her.

Flora diligently served David vegetables, trying to maintain a warm atmosphere. However, David appeared somewhat preoccupied. In the middle of the meal, he suddenly asked her, "How did you come to know the vice president of Rowan Company?" Flora's grip tightened on the vegetables, and her response felt strained. "What's wrong? I only reached out to him because a friend of mine knew him." "It's best to avoid contact with such people," David commented, his tone light, yet laced with a hint of disdain. "He has a questionable character, not someone trustworthy," David concluded.

"So his name is David? What kind of man is he?" "Warm, man. You will definitely like him. David also had three sons. His youngest son is the same age as you. I hope you guys get to know each other soon." "Oh, do I also have to practice being a good sister now?" "Casey, please. Don't spoil everything." "Excuse me."

I’m not in the mood to engage in conversations and I’m not in the mood to go cloth shopping but what choice do I have? “Good afternoon” David replies, signalling to the driver to drive. He gives me a weird look as if he’s scrutinising me, “are you good? You don’t look as bubbly as usual” he asks, casually. I nod, “I’m…” I say, tears strolling down my cheeks, something about being around him makes me vulnerable to my emotions, something I never do around people. He looks a bit taken aback, but he shakes it off pulling me into his laps as he gently strokes my back. “Tell me what’s wrong” he quietly whispers into my ears.

David looks at me, a sad smile crossing his face, "And my Dad. He was the most positive person I know. Even when he'd lose all his money in a bad card game, he would do it over and over again. Drove my mother crazy. He was the one I confide in when other kids bullied the stuttering, awkward, little me. He always knew exactly what to say for me to see the world as brightly as he did. But then he was gone too, and..." David pauses, his eyes trained on his hands as he clasps them tightly together. "It was dark." I finish for him, my voice small. I've waited so bad for David to open himself up to me, to tell me about his parents. And now that he's let me into a glimpse of how it was like, I don'

"You want to understand why I believed in Heriberto? Why I still believe in him? I will tell you." He stopped at the window. Lifted one hand to touch the blind. Didn't pull it back. Just rested his fingers against the cheap plastic. "I was nobody," David said. His voice was quieter now. "My whole life. Nobody. I worked at a warehouse loading trucks. Minimum wage. No benefits. Lived in a studio apartment with my sister because we couldn't afford separate places." He turned back to face me. "I had good grades in high school. Applied to colleges. Got rejected because I couldn't afford the application fees for the good schools. Settled for community college. Dropped out after one semester becaus