Novels by Solo Daniels

Dylan didn’t raise his voice and that was the first difference. He stepped out of the records wing and gave orders in tones that didn’t travel beyond the immediate guard line. Patrol shifts adjusted. Internal checkpoints rotated quietly. The sponsor wing remained calm. No announcement. No alarm.Firefly Park continued to look unbothered.That was the point.Lily watched him move – decisive, contained, no visible crack from the perimeter stunt or the compromised code. He wasn’t trying to prove control.He was reasserting it without spectacle.When he finished, he returned to the records wing and closed the door behind him.“We don’t chase the clerk,” he said.Lena’s eyes narrowed slightly. “He accessed my terminal.”“Yes,” Dylan replied. “And if he’s compromised, he’s bait.”Lily nodded once.“If we pursue openly,” she added, “whoever placed him disappears.”Silence.Dylan looked at the maintenance log screen again.“They wanted us loud,” he said. “They wanted confrontation at the gate

Dylan didn’t move for a long second. Lily watched it happen—the shift inside him. It was not anger, not denial, but something more dangerous.Calculation colliding with loyalty.“It could be duplicated,” Dylan said finally.His voice was steady.Lily didn’t press. Not yet.“Who has access to replicate it?” she asked instead.Dylan’s jaw tightened. “Very few.”“Name them.”He looked at her then, eyes sharp.“You think she did it,” he said.Lily held his gaze. “I think someone wants you to.”Silence.The maintenance terminal screen dimmed slightly, then brightened again. Still unlocked. Still showing Lena’s authorization code stamped against the evidence room entry.Dylan stepped closer to the screen.“Her code hasn’t been compromised before,” he said.“Has it been tested?” Lily asked.Dylan didn’t answer.Because it didn’t matter whether Lena had ever been careless.It mattered that someone wanted her framed.Footsteps approached from the corridor.Both of them turned at the same time.

The evidence room smelled like dust and steel. Dylan stepped in first and Lily followed a half-beat behind him, eyes already on the crate.It sat in the center of the table where the guards had placed it. The lid wasn’t blown open. It wasn’t shattered. It wasn’t dramatic.It was simply… lifted.Not fully. Just enough to break the seal cleanly.The red tie at the corner lay on the table beside it.Untouched.Dylan stopped two steps from the crate.“Did you open it,” he asked the guards without turning.“No,” one replied. “We never left.”The other added quickly, “We heard nothing.”Lily moved closer.The crate didn’t look forced. No splintered wood. No broken hinges.The lid had been opened carefully.From inside.Dylan’s hand hovered over the edge.“Gloves,” Lily said quietly.He didn’t argue. One guard passed him a pair. Dylan slid them on, slow, controlled, then lifted the lid the rest of the way.The room stayed silent.No explosion.No smoke.No device.Inside the crate was… packi

Dylan didn’t move. Not toward the stairs nor toward the exit. He stood at the glass, hands loose at his sides, gaze fixed on Gabriel like the space between them was a blade neither of them wanted to grab first.Lily felt the tension shift – not erupt, not collapse – shift.Gabriel waited below, posture relaxed, one shoulder angled toward the gate as if he could lean on patience indefinitely.Lena spoke first. “If you ignore him, it looks weak.”“If I answer him, it looks reactive.” replied Dylan.There was a little silence.Lily watched Gabriel instead of Dylan. Watched the stillness that wasn’t really stillness. Gabriel wasn’t trying to breach the perimeter. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t escalating.He was daring Dylan to make it visible.The patrol guard stepped back from Gabriel again, unsure whether to hold position or retreat. The guard’s uncertainty was part of the performance.Gabriel glanced at the guard’s radio, then back at the glass.He knew they were watching.“Call outer

The raised voice in the sponsor wing didn’t fade. It sharpened. Not hysterical but controlled. That was worse. Controlled outrage carried farther.Dylan didn’t break stride.“Take him to evidence,” he said to the guard holding the uniformed figure. “Lock it. No one in.”The figure allowed himself to be moved, but his gaze slid toward the sponsor corridor again, satisfied.Lily didn’t look at him.She was already calculating.If the crate was meant to trigger a discovery near Dylan’s office, then the sponsor wing disturbance wasn’t coincidence. It was distraction. Pull authority away. Split attention. Force visible reaction.“Go,” Lily said quietly to Dylan.He didn’t hesitate.They turned together toward the sponsor corridor, moving fast without running. The hum of Firefly Park changed as they approached – voices overlapping, a cluster of staff near the lounge entrance, one sponsor standing stiff with a phone already in hand.Lena stood at the center of it.Composed. Controlled. A wal

The clerk arrived out of breath, not panicked but hurried enough that it showed. He stopped at the mouth of the storage corridor, eyes flicking from Dylan to the guards to the crate sitting under the open doorway like a question no one wanted to touch.“You sent for me,” he said.Dylan didn’t look away from the uniformed figure. “Stand by the door.”The clerk moved quickly, hands clasped in front of him, trying to make himself small.Lily watched the uniformed figure’s face. He was still calm, but the calm looked practiced now, not natural. Like a mask that kept being adjusted to fit the moment.Dylan spoke again. “Name.”The figure’s mouth curved faintly. “You already know.”“No,” Dylan said. “I know you’re not staff.”A pause.The figure glanced at the clerk, then back to Dylan. “If I give you a name, you’ll pretend it solves the problem.”Dylan’s eyes went colder. “If you don’t, you’ll confirm it’s worse than a name.”Lily felt the corridor tighten around that. Dylan wasn’t shoutin

~SHARON“Where are you?” Xavier’s voice was laced with a concern that made my heart flutter. It was as if he genuinely needed me. I told him my location, and within what felt like a heartbeat, a Rolls Royce purred to a stop in front of me. The window glided down, revealing his face. “Come,” he simply said, and I practically dove into the car, hugging him tightly, tears streaming down my face.“Just take me in, Xavier! I wouldn’t even mind being your pet, or even your slave,” I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush. Surprise flickered across his features. “What a serendipitous coincidence! I have until tomorrow to find a wife. Will you marry me, Miss Sharon Miles, and become my Mrs.?” He asked, and I sat there, utterly gobsmacked.“Yes, I will!” I replied without hesitation, hugging him even tighter.“Shall we head home now, Master?” A voice cut through the moment, and I realized, with a jolt, that someone else was in the car. I instantly straightened up, feeling a b

~SHARONI pushed back a bit, and he grinned like a devil. “Is this how you want to get married? You’ll never be a wife,” he spat, grabbing my arm hard.I looked up at him, stumbling, wondering what he was going to do. He dragged me to my room and threw me to the floor, took out all the keys that could open the door, and locked me in. Shocked, I rushed to the door, banging on it. “James, I have a life to live! I can’t be locked in here again, please!” I shouted, hoping he would hear me, really hear me. “You have no life, and that’s why you’ll be in there for three days. No food, no water,” he spat, and I heard him walking away, his steps echoing.I sat on the floor, feeling like I’d lost. I touched my stomach. “I hadn’t eaten the night before, and now I have to go three days without food or water. How am I going to do this?” I thought, and lay on the floor, and in minutes, I fell asleep.I woke up loads of times, moving around because I was so uncomfortable.At some point, I took off

~SHARONGoosebumps ran all over me. How could I give my body to the person who hurt me? “I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled, and he punched me right on the head.I fell on the bed, my skull filled with aches. I tried to get my strength back, but he was still trying to force himself on me. Suddenly, I felt like I was in some battle.Something inside me snapped, and without thinking, I pushed him hard to the floor and ran out of the room.He didn’t give up and chased after me. I knew I was done for if he caught me, so I had no choice but to run from the whole house. I didn’t stop until I was in the middle of nowhere.I stopped to catch my breath, knowing he wasn’t around, and tears ran down my face. “I really can’t do this anymore,” I cried, holding my head where he had punched me.“How could a man who once said he loved me try to hurt me like this?” I thought, when a massive headache hit me. I couldn’t think straight. That punch on my head seemed to be messing me up. I looked at the road

~SHARON “Good! A pathetic soul like you should just do as they’re told.” He spat, and the second he let go, I fell to the floor, gasping for air.He turned to leave, and that’s when I blurted it out. “I can’t do this anymore. I want out. Give me what you owe me, and you’ll never see me again.”He stopped and turned to look at me, a nasty smile on his face. “I owe you sweet nothing, so leaving me means you’ll be on the streets.” He said and walked out the door.I struggled to get to my room, his words going round and round in my head. Turns out I’ve been played all these years, but what was the point?I grabbed my phone and called my best friend, Mia. She still works with the company, so I was sure she could help me get some money so I could get out of this mess.Her phone rang, but she didn’t pick up. I didn’t know if I should be worried, so I called again and again, but nothing.Giving up, I sat on my bed, trying to think when my phone rang again. I rushed to get it, but it was my e

~SHARONIt feels like ages since I skipped out of my family’s house, just so I could make my own rules and chase my dreams. It was good for a bit, you know? I didn’t just find my own strength in music and acting, but I also thought I’d found the real deal when it came to love. Sat in the living room of his massive house, I looked at James, the guy I was so into, who, lucky for me, was the top dog at the record company I was signed to. He’d asked me to come over, and I was dying to know what it was about. “Sharon, you can’t do music anymore,” he said, looking down like he was sad.“Come again?” I said, my smile fading. “You know that’s not on, right? James, I have fans now, loads of songs. All I need to do is keep making music, or I’ll just disappear. What are you even saying?” I was so confused.“Come on, babe, don’t you love me anymore? Look, I think it’s time we settled down and had kids. If you keep singing and going on tour, you won’t have time for us. Your songs are safe, trust m