Daniel Aphmau Novels & Stories

He pulls a bag from behind his back and I recognise the logo immediately, but I frown because I couldn’t smell it and as I think about it, I realise that I haven’t been able to smell anything for the last few days. “I thought it would cheer you up, do you want me to get something else?” I shake my head, “I can’t smell it, I can’t smell anything!” His scent was gone too, I hadn’t even recognised that he had been stood outside my room. Daryl calls the doctor in, and he doesn’t even examine me, instead he stands with his hands in the pockets of his long white coat. “We were afraid of this!” “Of what?” Daryl snaps at the doctor

when was time going to heal his wounds? FLASHBACK “I was a drug addict” Daniel suddenly spoke, successfully cutting through the silence, Aramide stared at him shocked. In the end, everyone had skeletons in their cupboard even those who wreak of perfection. Daniel's gaze never left the sky, even though he could feel Aramide's eyes burning through his skin.

Until I heard one sentence. “Have you heard about the new healer?” I slowed slightly. The voice belonged to Daniel Wu from our finance department. “You mean that miracle doctor everyone is talking about?” My steps stopped. I leaned casually against the wall just out of sight while they continued talking. “Not a miracle,” Daniel corrected. “But close.” “Show them the video.” A phone appeared between them, making them crowd closer to watch. I could hear the audio faintly. It was a woman’s voice speaking calmly.

“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.”

I can't believe we never had a father-son bond Dad: don't bring that topic up I laughed and brought out my phone Unugwa I woke up and saw Daniel sitting on a wheelchair beside my bed. Me: Daniel Daniel : wake up Me: but I'm not sleeping Daniel : you're right. You're not sleeping. You're in coma Me: no I'm not. I'm I not the one speaking to you now? Daniel : wake up Unugwa. Your mother is worried about you, your dad is developing hypertension, Andy has refused to go for his surgery except you wake up

“And I know you didn’t do any of it willingly. That night. You were drugged. You were betrayed. And I… I was there.” Amara’s eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about? Who are you?” He took a deep breath. “My name is Damian Blackwell. For my entire life, I have suffered from a rare and severe medical condition. My body reacts with a violent, life-threatening allergic response to any human touch. My skin swells, my throat closes, I go into anaphylactic shock. I have spent ten years living in isolation, unable to shake a single hand, unable to feel a single embrace.”

Boston Mass. 2019 “Abigail Davidson” Ornias said, he had been talking the entire trip but Daniel was not paying attention, his mind was elsewhere. “That’s our target. She is single, 37 lives alone, had a set of twins at 14, the result of rape. Oh, this is interesting,” he said burying his face in the mini version of the Book of the Damned. “You know her daughter, you have scene her in passing Danny”

Her email inbox had become an ecosystem of reform proposals. She didn’t glamorize it. One evening she sat in her apartment, reviewing draft compliance language from a nonprofit coalition in Chicago, and muttered to herself, “Everyone loves transparency until it applies to them.” Her phone buzzed. Daniel. Not encrypted this time. Just a simple message. How’s the national conscience? She smiled faintly. Complicated, she replied. He did not ask for recognition. He never did. He had taken a quiet research role at a university in Oregon under his real name, now Daniel Avery, policy analyst. No spotlight. No interviews.

Amayra "I hope you're feeling better now", Daniel muttered, sitting in front of me in the living room. "We can get an appointment with the doctor, Amayra. I wonder if you got good treatment and....." "I won't lie. I got the best treatment of my life", I gritted my teeth at him. "Daniel, you know what's your problem. You always want to compete and show yourself superior. There's no need of it" "Amu, are you serious?", Dada raised his eyebrows as I took sips from my hot coffee. I was shivering because of the cold showers I took a few hours ago.

"We don't need any intel on other nations or whatever your primary duty is here. I'm looking for a cure for a toxin." "I know. I also have a good idea of what the poison is." The man nodded at Daniel. "You're the one afflicted, I believe. You're sweating more and more for no good reason, and although you're hiding it, the fatigue is far more noticeable than it was an hour ago. Not only that, but you have considerable pain growing in all of your joints, don't you?" Beth looked at Daniel in alarm. He was hurting that much! He had had an episode last night and a smaller one this morning when they woke up together, but he had said...