Dan Harris: Books Novels & Stories

hi everyone, thank you so much for sticking with me, even despite my absence. I assure you, that wasn't intentional. I've been dealing with some personal stuff. To be honest, I'm not proud of this either, especially since I planned on bringing this book to a close before the end of 2025. There are so few chapters left to write, but sometimes, life just hits hard, you know? But anyway, the last few chapters will be uploaded before the end of the week. I'm working overtime to make sure of that.

She hurried after the doctor. An hour later Daniel found Saira in the chapel in the front row on her knees praying. He hesitated for a minute then went to join her but didn't kneel down. The person he'd wanted dead was luckily still alive and now his girlfriend had donated her blood for him. Just wonderful. He was like a damn cat with nine lives. Saira felt Daniel's presence but she didn't say anything until she was done with her prayers and stood up. "Why are you praying for him?" Daniel asked irritated.

Then she leaned forward, pressed the cold barrel of her gun between his lips, and whispered: “You want mercy?” He trembled. “Tell me what Jack is planning.” Tears mixed with blood on his face. “He—he’s trying to find the files you took. The ledger from the dock deal. He said— he said you stole money from him.” Scarlett’s gaze darkened, though her voice remained calm. “Stole?” she repeated. “That’s an interesting word, considering it was my shipment, my operation, and his betrayal.” She withdrew the gun, wiping it clean with a silk cloth.

Daniel says approaching him. “Daniel, what are you doing back here?" Harris asks, totally surprised looking at the girl. “It’s a long story”. Daniel says also looking at her, “Meet my uhm, should I say friend”. “Hey I’m Harris, I’m classmates with Daniel”. Harris says looking at her and sending a hand as if to greet to which she gently ignores. “Nice to meet you”, She says walking away “What are you doing here alone?", Daniel asks “Uhm I forgot my phone”, he says showing them his black iPhone 4 S.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

he said. “Booker.” Hawk gave him a chin lift and then turned to me again. “What’s your name, babe?” “She’s with me,” Booker said. I reached out my hand. “I’m Dani.” “Dani.” Hawk took my hand and gave me a sexy smile. “You’re good with kids.” “Thanks. I love kids.” “What’s your story?” he asked. “I don’t have a story.” I smiled. “I’m pretty boring.” “I doubt that,” he said, still holding my hand.

The voice remained calm. "Soon." "I've heard 'soon' before." "This time we mean it." The call ended. Lily remained motionless. For the first time in years... She wasn't planning her next move. She was waiting for someone else's. She hated that feeling. That evening, Noah spread Daniel Harris's notebooks across his dining table. Most were ordinary work records. Until he reached the final notebook. Several pages had been torn out. Not recently. Years ago. The remaining pages contained only dates and short observations.