Damn Daniel Guy Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what to do, but I don’t want to lose Christian,” *** Daniel stopped the car on the other side of London. It was an isolated place, and he stepped out looking around to confirm no paparazzi were around. He wore his black shade and hid himself under a grey hoodie, unaware that someone was keeping an eye on him. “Take your money,” Daniel gave some cash to a tattooed man, and he smirked at him. “My.. my… Daniel Knight, you were fast this time,” The tattooed man said. “I hope you are paying in full this time.”

The very people who once feared and respected her now looked away in disgust, her fall from grace absolute and irreversible. Daniel, the persistent thorn in their side, had been permanently removed from their lives. Through a combination of legal maneuvers and strategic planning, Damian had ensured that Daniel would never again pose a threat. Imprisoned on multiple charges, his connections severed, his influence completely nullified, he had become nothing more than a distant, bitter memory.

CHAPTER 195 Daniel I was in one of my favorite casinos taking shots when I felt a rough hand tap my shoulder. I looked back to see who it was and there my worst nightmare stood—Damien. “What is it?”I asked him. " Nothing man. What could a loser like you probably give?” he smirked. "I'm having a very good time and you wouldn't want to ruin that for me so just go to hell.” "Alright man you can go to hell OK," he said about to walk away when I stood up and pulled him back throwing a punch in his face.

Zie "Come on? Wanna play with us?" I asked the handsome security guard who introduced himself as Dominic, he told us to just call him Dom. "Fuck! You're so horny sir, you just cum inside your boyfriend's asshole in the cinema and now you're asking me to join you for another round?" Dom seemed embarrassed about his comment, he was scratching his head.

I ask her, taking my mind away from my thoughts as I take a few bites of my ice cream. "My ex-boyfriend Jimmy is an ex-cop, you must have forgotten, I dated him," She chuckled. I honestly did forget about her ex-boyfriend. She opened her cell phone, where there was an article and begins reading out loud. "Well, Daniel is a twenty-nine years old man who happens to be the youngest and most prosperous businessman in the world. He owns about sixty buildings in Georgia, and he is planning on opening up a new program for single mothers," Michelle stated, reading the article.

"I have a lucky streak! I'm the real good luck charm! Come to me, all of you! Need a project? Want to get rich? All I have to do is nod, and the contracts come flying on their own. One puff from me and money falls right out of the sky. Come on! Worship me!" It was Daniel. His hair was a mess, and his hospital gown was hanging crooked. Instead of his usual shrewdness or pretense, his face carried only madness. I stopped in my tracks. As if sensing something, he suddenly whipped his head around. The moment his murky eyes landed on my face, they ignited with terrifying hatred. Without warning, he grabbed a dead branch off the ground and lunged toward me at full speed. "I'm going to kill you for

“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.

*Few Hours Before Damien’s Arrival* Just like every other night, Daniel was in his bar. The music was loud, he lit up his cigar while smooching the girls around him, laughing. His assistant walked towards him, then bowed and whispered something to him. Daniel sent him away, not ready to deal with their family problems. The assistant sighed frustratedly before leaving the cabin to respond to John, who had demanded to speak with Daniel. A few seconds after his assistant left, four men approached the cabin. Daniel’s guards immediately stopped them, but they were electrocuted, making both guards fall unconscious.

Then, Daniel's voice echoed through the speaker, loud and clear, "I smuggle guns into the country and supply them to people who can't buy them legally" The camera cut to his face, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his shirt unbuttoned, with the blonde stripper on top of him. Every word he had spoken that night was broadcasting to the room. Everyone gasped in shock. On stage, Daniel stood, frozen, his face pale as all eyes turned to him. His fingers gripped the podium and he forced a chuckle "It seems we've got a technical error here"

His bare legs brushed mine every time he shifted, smooth and warm from the house heat. “Alright, I’ll start,” Kylan said, cracking open a soda. “Truth or dare, Danny?” “Truth,” Daniel answered quickly, his cheeks flushing deeper under our stares. Kylan leaned in. “Who was that guy you were texting last month? The one you got all smiley about before you deleted the chat.” Daniel groaned, covering his face with both hands for a second. “Seriously? It was just this dude from my psych class. Nothing happened. He had a girlfriend anyway.”