Damn Daniel Guy Novels & Stories

“He will go through this every day for thirty-one days. There is only going to be a fifteen minute break in between two hours. He… will never recover from it.” “Fuck!” “That is my way of showing him hell, and trust me, God approves of this,” Daniel shrugged and then shut down the laptop. “Lord, see what this man turned my friend to,” Liam groaned. “Are you hungry? I wanna eat,” he said and stood up. “Yeah, I’m so famished,” Liam smiled. As they both walked out of the office, he patted Daniel’s shoulder and then smiled. If that way was the way his friend was going to heal completely, then that was indeed the perfect punishment for the man.

From my peripheral vision, I could see his lips curl into a smirk, and I felt uneasy. “Can we eat? I’m starving,” I said, and with that, everyone dug into their food. Different questions swam in my head, and I decided to ask them. I was going to try and be happy for my mother, at least, I needed to know what kind of person she was getting married to. “So, Daniel,” I started, and the room fell silent. “What do you do?” Daniel finished the food in his mouth before clearing his throat. “Well, asides loving your mother, I’m an investment banker.”

enthusiastic. "Daddy Daniel 🔥🔥🔥" "When's the next OnlyFans live stream???" "Please step on me" "DOCTOR DANIEL IS BACK" I kept scrolling, fascinated despite myself. Apparently, sometime in the past four years, Daniel had figured out how to monetize his looks and medical knowledge into a very successful online career. His recent posts about "healthy habits" and "wellness tips" had millions of views.

There was still nothing coming from Jack’s safe corner. Daniel let himself catch some air before standing back up. He stretched, trying to seem all chilled and casual. He looked up at Jack and zipped up his coveralls. “Happy?” XXX

“ He roared again. ”Enough! Daniel, you've fucked me countless times this past month, even at the big event, like a demon. How can you doubt that this puppy is yours?"

Yet Daniel stood out, his hair was longer, and those stormy eyes were as if he was staring right into your soul. Someone had captioned it: “Isn’t this the same guy who used to be part of an Iron Raven MC?” Another comment: “Heard he was the President.” President? I stared at it too long. “Daniel…” I muttered under my breath. His eyes bounced to mine. “Any problem?” He asked, holding my eyes. “Have you been online?” “Mmmn.” He replied, bringing the coffee to his lips like it was the most natural thing ever. “You’ve seen the videos?”

Delaney "Oh my God, how much did you miss real Texas queso when we were in New York?" I dip a chip into the bowl and shove the entire thing into my mouth. "I am absolutely starving." "Here are your drinks." The waitress sets our glasses and silver shakers on the table, and disappears as quickly as she arrived. "Cheers to your first day at work," Daniel says, holding up his glass. I met Daniel two years ago at Columbia – I literally bumped into him while he was on his way to an audition. It turned out, he was from Dallas, and we became instantaneous friends.

Daniel called. Silence filled between we three, as tension grew. Then. He sighed. “Come inside.” I hesitated. His voice softened. “ why?” " This my half pack!" Kael said. Half pack, that was new. I nodded. For now. Inside the packhouse, Daniel paced. I watched. Arms crossed. Waiting. Then— He stopped. Looked at me. And said, “Darius is dangerous.” No kidding. I raised an eyebrow. “Who is he?”

All in all water gives and it takes away . Daniel works to hard and he obsesses over every little detail . Even if he appears calm he has a tendency to just start overthinking the obvious . He wanted to give me his phone to call Maxwell and congratulate him on his hat trick and performance. Even though he was being pushed around band bullied by his teammates he caught back with everything he had which was nothing short of amazing .

They told me how they missed me; how they almost came to see me home, and then they got into an urgent matter in the packhouse and they canceled. As for Daniel, apart from hiding his emotions as in men's nature to hide their feelings, he acted like it was normal; though I could see that he missed me, too. I approached him to greet him with a handshake, but instead, he hugged me. At first, I was ‌surprised, because I only hugged Daisy but handshakes Dylan. His arms wrapped around my waist, I felt him squeezing me gently. His smell was something I never smelled before but synthetic; I'm well aware of his scent. That smell must have been some fancy cologne.