Desmond Sycamore Novels & Stories

Neylan A loud pop explodes right next to my ear. Foam shoots straight across my cheek. Desmond screams into the smoke, slamming a massive bottle onto the sticky bar counter. "We did it! We fucking did it!" Desmond yanks my jersey, his face red, spitting beer as he yells. "We crushed the Wraiths! Three years, man! Three years I waited for this!" He shakes the bottle of beer in his hand, letting it spill all over the place. “You need to see that asshole Treyvon's face when he realized there was no chance for them.”

she said, “you need to understand this—Sylvia doesn’t make careless decisions. Everything she does is calculated. Which means none of this is accidental.” My fingers curled slowly around the glass. “Get to the point.” She reached into her bag and slid her phone across the table. The photo hit me like a punch to the chest. Sylvia. Sitting across from a man I recognized instantly. Desmond Blackwood. The man who’d vowed to himself to make my life a love hell. The rival who’d been bleeding my influence dry while smiling to my face. The name alone tightened something ugly in my gut. What was his Involvement with Sylvia, wasnt siennna enough for him anymore?

His love is soft, piercing, and sincere. -Desmond… devil-may-care Desmond. His feelings were slower to develop. I fell in love with his business acumen first… Any financial advice I need I go to Desmond; he has practically revamped my entire portfolio and carries my business just as if it were his own. We also share a deep love for BDSM all things whips, feathers, and toys… His love is a slow burn and very spicy; he makes my body tingle.

Desmond growled, his expression cold and frightening. “Boss, I'm sorry”, Alex pleaded frantically as Desmond walked briskly towards him, delivering a hard kick to his stomach. “Ugh!” Alex groaned as he squirmed in pain. Desmond didn't stop; he continuously kicked Alex all over his body, especially his face. His face was red with anger as he unrelentingly caused Alex severe pain. “Robert! Get me the gun now!” Desmond ordered as he stopped hitting Alex. In swift response, one of the hefty men sprinted towards Desmond, handing him a sleek black pistol. Desmond grabbed the gun from him and immediately pointed it at Alex, his index finger placed firmly on the trigger, ready for action.

, just then, a man walked into the class room, he was of average height with neat hair and glasses, Daisy figured it was the new teacher she had not met "Hello, you must be Miss Montero" he said with a small smile "Mrs Montero now" she replied "Oh, nice to meet you, my name is Desmond", Daisy shook hands with him, For the rest of the day, they taught the little kids together, Desmond proved to be a patient and kind person and Daisy couldn't be more happy that she was going to be working with him, It was finally 4pm and all the kids had left, The other teachers had also began to live, Daisy was about to head to her car when Steven's other car pulled up,

I On my side, I saw a tall man who both looked familiar and unfamiliar to me. He has sharp dark blue eyes, a royal nose and charismatic aura. “You are Jane Cameron, right?” he asked. ‘How did he know my name?’ “Y-Yes,” I answered. “My name is Jane Cameron, Sir.” When I told him my name, he smiled widely. “Nice to meet you. I am Cyrus Desmond.” Desmond. It is a surname that was an eye opener. Because if he shares the same surname with Eric, that means he could be a part of his family.

I am sorry Kelvin but … Don’t say it Desmond ,I don’t want to hear it pls .. He sighed and was about to leave my office before I stopped him .. Did you find the girl ? Yes I did ,she is classmates with lilo .. according to the investigation she was the girl lilo said helped her out with her assignment when she was sick … I don’t care about that .. I will make sure I deal with her .. no one messes with me and go Scott freee … I know you are wondering who the niggar Desmond is talking about .. he is no other person than Frederick paul .. he sees me as a competitor , we hate each other , he knows I always win but he doesn’t wanna accept defeat , I killed his father .. lol that mf killed my mom

How many more jobs will I need to do to prove myself? I'm halfway through my third game when Desmond finally makes his way inside. He's in a good mood, very high spirits, but he looks disheveled, his hair a mussed as he comes up behind me and places his cock, hard and ready, against the curve of my ass. It would be sexy, except that he smells like someone else's expensive cologne. Apricots with an undercurrent of jasmine and citrus. A unique scent, probably specially made. "How's my best bitch tonight," he rubs himself against me and I fight not to gag, the scent of the other woman making my delicate pregnancy stomach curdle. "Good news?"

Her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling. "Why not just stay with me?" he said, lighting a cigarette. "I'm strong and healthy, aren't I?" He exhaled a cloud of smoke, savoring the moment. Tammy stared at him blankly, her expression unreadable. Unaware of the storm brewing inside her, Desmond continued smoking and buttoning his pants. Quietly, she rose from the bed and approached him. Before he could react, the blade of a pair of scissors sank into his neck. Blood spurted out in violent bursts. His mouth opened, but no sound came, only a look of terror as he stared at Tammy.

They prefer digging their toes into an affair they weren't called to partake in. The smile was constant on his face, "Desmond is the name. Desmond Norman. C.E.O of Norman Logistics." A smirk appeared on my lips. He was just some logistics guy and he was busy acting corky. The more I know about him. The more he didn't deserve to be close to Naomi.