Dani Fenton Novels & Stories

"Hey, Fenton." Fenton looks at me. His broad smile wanes, and becomes curious. He gives me the look I’ve grown accustomed to receiving from men. It's the look that says they find me exotically beautiful, but choose to restrain their reaction out of respect for whatever man happens to be standing next to me. "Hi," Fenton says, offering a casual nod. "My name's Fenton." "Hi. I'm Dana," I reply politely. Fenton snaps his attention back to Alex, shaking his head in disbelief. "Dude, it's been a whole age since I last saw you. How is your sister Fanny doing?"

From his attitude, it was clear that Ernest was in a very high position in the Wind Dancers. "Mr. Fenton, our young friend here doesn't quite agree with our mediation conditions. Do you think you could set him straight?" Ernest asked arrogantly. Silvanus Fenton took a step forward and looked down on Sebastian as he said, "Do you know who I am, kid?" Sebastian didn't even look up as he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I have no interest in knowing who you are!" No interest? Silvanus turned purple with rage. He glared at them and said coldly, "I am Silvanus Fenton, the sect leader of Mergus Sect in Boren. You must have heard of that!"

My aunty came out crying for them to release her husband. I turned to see Delcan standing there. I called out his name. "Delcan." Delcan POV As chantelle left me at the restaurant, I felt a sense of sadness and frustration. I had been trying to get her to open up to me, to trust me enough to share what she was going through. But she had walked away, and I couldn't help but feel like I had failed. I knew she was going through a lot in the hands of her uncle but I wanted her to talk to me. I pulled out my phone and dialed the police. I reported what I knew about Chantelle's situation, and they promised to look into it. I felt relieved that I had taken action, but I was still worried about Chan

She had confidence that she would be able to soothe him but the maids still tried to stop her either way. Meanwhile, Williams held on to a knife, it was more of a dagger and he angrily stabbed the bed while he imagined Damien being the one who he stabbed. He continuously stabbed the bed and imagined Damien screaming in pain while he put the dagger in and out of the bed but he didn’t care. It was at that moment that Danielle walked in.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

Daniels motioned him to stand up. "Nothing Mr. Daniels. I remembered a funny incident." He tried to lie but he knew well enough that Mr. Daniels will see through his lie but funnily enough, Mr. Daniels chose to ignore him to the surprise of the whole class. Dane Fitzgerald is the only son of his multi billionaire parents, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, raised and pampered like an egg. In class, he doesn't care about others, he doesn't acknowledge the school authorities, thanks to his mum. It's no surprising that he would disturb Mr. Daniels class.

"Fine. I'll call. Let's see what kind of game you're playing." He pulled out his phone, unlocked it with a sneer, and found the number he'd gotten through a business deal. Then he dialed and put it on speaker. Beep. Beep. The living room went silent. Everyone waited to watch me embarrass myself. The call connected. A calm, authoritative voice came through. "Who is this?" "Mr. Claremont, hello. This is Kent Fenton." His tone instantly turned respectful. Silence. "Kent Fenton?" Elon sounded cold. "Why are you calling me? If this is about the Eastside property, forget it. We don't do business with people who lack integrity."

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Exactly where is Finn? Is he keeping watch over me on the security cameras like he always does? Or is he acting the part of a bar owner while sitting in a plush office chair, equally as buried in his memories? The vile smell of faeces wafts in through the front entrance, and I wrinkle my nose in distaste. Did the security personnel allow a dog inside? With a large bag of limes in his hand, Dan enters. He is followed by a young woman. I see his crisply polished white shirt and tailored black trousers. One of the best hairdressers in the city styles his hair, and he exudes a casual confidence that would have you believe he was born with a silver spoon shoved down his throat.