Damn Daniel Guy Novels & Stories

Daniel replied, tapping his hands on the table as Jordan served his food. I ate mine slowly, Daniel has also stopped working as a Mafia. From what I heard, Julian empowered and gave him some money. He used the money for a bar which has been going on well. "Sorry about that," Jordan muttered, she finally settled down beside me. She touched my lap when we exchanged eye contact, and I forced a smile. "We need to talk, guys. It's very important and I want everyone's contribution," Daniel announced, looking at my direction with a raised eyebrow but i refused to look into his eyes.

One who found out too much. "One in particular," Darian continued. He took a sip of wine and he didn't even look at me. "A man named Daniel Hayes. He spent years trying to write an expose on our tech acquisitions. He thought he was a hero. He thought he was uncovering some great conspiracy." Stop talking. Please stop talking.

From where Elias sat on their couch, he demanded, “Why do you smell like murder?” Daniel exhaled deeply and walked behind the sleek bar to reach for Lagavullin scotch among the many high-end liquor bottles stored below. He raked strong fingers through his dark hair, popped the top off the bottle with his other hand, and ignored the cork cap rolling toward the end of the bar where it hovered. Very aware they were waiting for an answer, he poured a hefty amount into a sleek, clear rocks-glass. “What can I say? The world is shy one disgusting human being as of tonight.” As Darius scratched his beard, he exchanged looks with Elias. They turned to include Donald who stood above them, still by the

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

“Daniel is the one representing us. Everything Damian thinks he knows, everything he believes about what’s happening—it will come through Daniel. He’s the perfect decoy, and he’s going to make sure our plan moves exactly as intended.” Aria’s eyes narrowed. “And how are we sure he’s capable of this job? I need someone who won’t falter, Lucas. Damian isn’t easy to manipulate.” Daniel finally stepped forward, his presence commanding without trying. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice calm but with an authority that demanded attention, “I’ve handled front man assignments before—high stakes, high profiles, the kind where one mistake can ruin weeks of preparation. I’ve never failed a client. Damian won’t

"Hey dude. Just say the truth. I promise I won't hurt you. But I can be worse than Josh." The man looked at Daniel and smirked. "I'm not saying anything. Boy." Daniel gasped and placed his hand on his chest. "Me!? Boy!?" He stood and looked sad. "Since I'm a boy. Oh well it's fine." He turned to go. But suddenly, he turned back and kicked the man in the stomach, which made him fall. Josh was startled at the impact. The man had blood gushing out of mouth. He coughed and inhaled and exhaled deeply to breathe properly.

I rolled my eyes at her and she chuckled, "no offence, Jenner Inc. is a great place but you know what I mean, don't you?" "Hey ladies," I heard Daniel's voice from behind us and we both turned to look at him. I literally opened my mouth. He was in a white shirt, a black tie, a black suit, black suede pants and the shiniest leather shoes I'd ever seen. He had curled his hair and brushed it all to the back, if I was told he was an exact replica of a god, I'd believe it. "Hi Daniel, you're looking hot as fuck, geez," Stella said without hesitation.

There, I found the bank account that I had immediately tried to access through my phone and the name of the woman that brought me into the world that my father had refused to inform me. Diana Grey Kalikha. I was too engrossed, staring at the dizzying number of zeroes when Vince squeezed my hand and asked. “Who is it?” I almost brush him off but promptly remember that I had to get into his good side to manipulate him. “One of mom's colleagues. Let's go.” I said, pulling him towards his car. “What did it say?” he asked when we're finally buckled up and his finger on the ignition. “Same thing everyone's telling me,” •••

“I will supply all your needs according to my riches in glory. Thus saith the Lord.” The man bows. “Bless me, Father.” I make a mental note: Transfer millions into his bank account before I leave. Anonymously. “I’m Daniel. A drug addict, thief, and ex-convict.” The guy’s words elicit mass shrieks. And I make another mental note of perhaps him working for me. His dyed hair and tattoos will fit in with the rest of the soldiers. ‘You’re here to purge the guilt. Don’t add another.’ I remind myself again. “I’ve been struggling with mental illness for the past five years.”

It made me so angry. I found his apartment number. My finger shook as I pressed the doorbell. I heard a chime inside. A man opened the door. It was him. **Daniel**. He looked surprised. His eyes were dark, like Mom’s. But his face was hard. He looked older than 26 in that moment. Taller than I thought. More serious.A