Bad Daniel Book Novels & Stories

Natalia I was so bored. Daniel had told me not to do any housework but I was sorely tempted to start dinner just to have something to do. I found a book and tried to read like he told me. The book didn't hold my attention, though. My life has been much more interesting lately than some crime novel. My whole life had been boring before I met him. I hadn't realized it while I was living it. After meeting Daniel , it was like I was living in color now, but my previous life had all been black and white.

The true reason why he is acting all kind and charming. "And what is this power sceptre of yours called?" Daniel's voice comes again. "He–Helo. No, wait… it's Ha… Halo! Yes! That's the name." I watch Daniel's jaw clench and his struggle to hold back himself. Everyone in the room was already tensed up except Little Emma who was too naive to even notice what was going on. "And who wrote this Story?" He asked her unknowing self. "Oh, I don't know." Emma shrugged, "It's just been told since we were very little."

“I got this for you.” Jay looked at him, then at the ice cream, but shook his head. “Thank you, but I don’t take things from strangers.” And just like that, he picked up his book and walked away, leaving Daniel standing there awkwardly. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry about that. He’s usually not....” “It’s okay,” Daniel cut in, though I could see the flicker of hurt in his eyes. “He’s a smart boy. That’s a good thing.”

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

Daniel was beginning to feel a little guilty about what he did to Red. He couldn't sleep. There he was standing next to his kitchen counter with a glass of water in his hand and his phone in the other dialing Dane at three AM. His best friend picked after the third ring. "Hello." Dane said, "What the fuck do you want punk? It's fucking three Am." Daniel rolled his eyes, "Dane I messed up! I messed up big time!" He could hear his best friend sigh.

For some unknown reason—probably because of my extreme lack of sleep, I say, "tell me one." Daniel raises an eyebrow, then takes a sip. My heart squeezes from the nervous feeling rushing throughout my body. Why on earth would Daniel tell— "Alright, but you'll have to tell me one of your secrets then." I swallow. "You first." I cannot accurately describe the number of thoughts whirling around in my head. The main being: Are you really going to tell him one of your secrets? Daniel agrees to this. "I used to work for a bad guy. He hired me to collect money from people who owed him. If they didn't have the money, I would beat the shit out of them."

" Daniel said in frustration and growled at him. He was angry with Ryan. He thinks that Ryan is the most intelligent person but he never believed that he is just a fool. A fool who still except that his father will change. Still except that his mother will come back and he will get his happy family like others which is his longing desire. That is why he never killed that Damon Stevenson. He is the king, of course, he can do anything but still, he was hoping which makes his father that much bold that he always dared to crushed his all happiness under his feet. "Daniel I don't want to talk about this. I want to be alone, please leave."

“You let her go, didn’t you?” Damien stiffened. “She walked away.” Daniel let out a dry laugh. “And you let her.” Silence. Daniel shook his head, pouring himself another drink. “You’re an idiot.” Damien’s temper flared. “Careful, Daniel.” “No, you be careful,” Daniel shot back, his voice unexpectedly sharp. “Because one day, you’re going to wake up and realize you lost the best damn thing that ever happened to you.” Damien’s throat tightened.

Elena They always say your past can’t hurt you if you’ve moved on. They lie. Because sometimes, it doesn’t matter how far you run— The past grows legs. And Daniel Hart had just found him again. The Journal For three days, I didn’t sleep. I read every page of that journal. It was unfiltered. Unhinged. He’d documented his unraveling with poetic precision, like a man convinced his suffering made him holy. Like he was the victim.

“You’ve grown a spine now, huh? Daring to talk back to me? Get out! I don’t want to see you right now—every time I look at you, I think of Harriet, that useless bitch!” Daniel turned around without a word. But just as he closed the door, he paused for a brief moment, his voice so light it was almost a murmur. “She’s a bitch… Then what does that make you, the man who used her for years and pushed her into the fire in the end?” “Daniel—!!” The heavy slam of the door cut off Chapman’s furious roar. Daniel walked straight back to his room and locked the door behind him. Pain surged up from deep within his bones, overwhelming him in an instant.