Book Of Daniel Novel Novels & Stories

I entered my birth date and the huge door gave way for us, we entered into the mighty and giant bookshelves, somewhere you might need a ladder that has a height of an actual skyscraper to reach. “There are billions of books in here, how the heck are we gonna know the exact one?” Daniel asked touching the books and with the tip of his fingers “Probably some old worn-out books” I replied from the other side of the library "Everything here already looks worn out” Jasper rolls his eyes “Then look for the one that is mororn out” “I think I’ve got it” Daniel screeches bringing out a large dusty book from the shelf and dropping it on the table. I walk towards the table and examine it, he was right,

Chapter 15 A Wedding. Rowan Nightshade. “Is that all there is to this?” Daniel leaned against one of the bookshelves that lined against the wall, one leg crossing over the other. “What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes slightly drooping from the exhaustion that threatened to eat me up. “I mean this Elara woman!” He said with a little annoyance. I knew what he was talking about, but I just felt like he was reading too much into things.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

He was wearing a tuxedo and Daniel, my son , loves to see a man in a tux. "Mommy Mr. Desmond is so cool." Daniel said in excitement. "Yes he is." I replied and Daniel suddenly fell silent. "Danny what's wrong?" I asked in concern. "Mommy, when will I meet my Daddy?" Danny asked as he looked up to me with hopeful eyes and I smiled sadly. "I don't know hunny,don't you like spending time with Mommy?" I asked him and his shoulders dropped. " I love Mommy but I want a Daddy as well. Joseph always talks about how he and his Dad play football together and I want to do that with my Daddy as well." Daniel replied as he played with the pencil he was holding.

He picked it up and frowned at the shape of the book. When he opened it, he found that it was Audrey's diary. He closed it and put it back, feeling presumptuous to read it. However, when he stood up and was about to leave the place, curiosity stopped his body. Daniel sat down again and picked up the book carefully. Now he carried the book to the bed and opened it. At first, Daniel smiled reading the contents of Audrey's diary, but then the smile disappeared when he read a page that had a surprising fact on it.

And on a weathered wooden bench beneath a weeping willow, Daniel and Sophia sat in peaceful silence. Daniel held a book in his hands — a worn copy of The Sea and the Storm, one he’d read a dozen times. He wasn’t really reading. Just turning pages slowly, his mind half on the words, half on the woman leaning against him. Sophia rested her head on his shoulder, her hair spilling over his arm, her eyes fixed on the children playing. A little girl in a yellow dress spun in circles until she fell into the grass, giggling. A boy no older than five held his father’s hand, pointing at a butterfly.

I confess. Luca stands too, towering over me. “Then just… feel. I’ll be here. When you’re ready.” I walk away, not because I want to—but because I have to. ***** Back home, the apartment is silent. Daniel sits at the edge of the couch. He’s holding the journal. Open. I stop breathing. He looks up, eyes darker than I’ve ever seen. “I read everything.” Oh god. He rises slowly, holding a page out. My handwriting. The page that started with Luca’s mouth tasted like sin and surrender. I shake my head. “Daniel, I—”

He leaned against the bed, raking his fingers through his hair. “This is useless,” he muttered, his voice rough with disappointment. Nicole opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes suddenly caught on something wedged between the books on the shelf. A worn leather spine, smaller than the rest. She reached for it and pulled it free. “A diary,” she whispered, holding it up. Daniel immediately straightened, his pulse quickening. “Let me see.” But before he could take it, Nicole flipped it open. Her eyes scanned the first page—just one word written in bold, confident letters:

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.