Daniel Aphmau Novels & Stories

Darius and Christopher were still shocked at what had happened with Daniel. They couldn't explain how he was still alive after the attack of the vampire's venom, and especially after they inoculated him with the antiserum that would have allowed that venom to act freely in his body. But their surprise at his situation was nothing compared to the impression they had caused seeing him transformed into something they had never seen before, although Amira seemed not to be so affected, since at no time did she leave his side.

His voice was accompanied by violent coughing, each cough sounding as if he were spitting blood. "Where are you?" My voice was cold. "I'm... at the lottery office..." He laughed, the sound as shrill as a ghost. "I got in... I made it in..." "But... there's no one here anymore..." I could imagine it. He had driven that damaged ambulance through streets full of infected people, crashing through everything. For that five million, he had lost his mind. "Maya... it hurts so much..." Daniel began crying over the phone like a helpless child.

James clenched his fists, anger mixing with pity in his chest. Then— The door burst open. Both men turned sharply as the figure rushed in. It was Daniel, Alex’s assistant. His face was flushed, his breath uneven as though he had run up the stairs. Papers trembled in his hand. “Dr. Spencer!” Daniel shouted, barely catching his breath. “I think… I think Amara is alive.” The words hit the room like thunder. Alex jerked upright from the bed, his weak body suddenly infused with energy he hadn’t felt in weeks. His eyes widened, his mouth open in disbelief.

She was about to return the card, but Daniel ignored her and focused on eating breakfast. ****** “You're not going to your work?” Amira asked Daniel when she saw him in the kitchen drinking coffee. “I'm not feeling well.” In fact, Daniel finished his paper works yesterday. Starting tomorrow, his time will be divided into his training. "D -do you have a problem?” Amira asked and sat down on the edge of the chair. “You can tell me.” Daniel doesn't know if he will accept Amira's offer. He can't say to her that his mother is forcing him to get married to another woman. He cannot say that his family can reject him if he does not follow it.

What does he fucking want? "What?" I answered. I heard a chuckle through the phone. *I'm gonna be late for school today. I'm going to the hospital to see my therapist* he said. Daniel is not okay. He has a phobia. Sometimes, I wonder how a person like him could get scared. But he is. His parents aren't aware of it. They're not based here anymore. He lives alone and that's his problem. "Hmm, okay. I'll see you later," I said.

I have called Mavin’s number for the upteenth time, he was answering, until I finally saw the pictures of Daniel on the television. “Daniel Caspian, the CEO of AZAL Pharmaceuticals has been shot and a search is going on to capture the perpetrator.” I was trembling, wondering what I’ve just gotten myself into and why they shot Daniel.

"Please, Amelia. We need you." The conference room is chaotic. Board members arguing. Phones ringing. Someone's yelling about short sellers. Daniel stands at the head of the table. Dark circles under his eyes. Coffee cup trembling slightly in his hand. He looks worse than he did on TV. Our eyes meet. Something passes between us—acknowledgment, exhaustion, the weight of everything we texted at 1 AM. "Ms. Hart." Richard Sterling—Daniel's father—gestures to an empty chair. "Thank you for coming."

"Why do you suddenly want to attend this public event?" Daniel was puzzled. Austin remained silent on the other end of the line. "When will the pharmaceutical conference take place?" Daniel asked again. "Very soon," Austin answered. However, instead of specifying the time, he merely provided a vague answer. "I need you to contact the organizers." He had dedicated numerous years to researching herbal medicine in Herb Valley and seldom ventured beyond its confines. It was only when particularly rare diseases, defied treatment by anyone else, surfaced that he would emerge from the valley. However, such occasions were exceedingly scarce.

I wrapped my hands around the cup and said nothing. “How are you,” Daniel said. “Fine.” “You slept badly.” “I sleep badly most nights,” I said. “Eli’s been sick for eight months. You get used to being ready for the phone.” He nodded. Took that in without making it a moment. Just held it and moved on. It was something he and Damien had in common — they both absorbed information quietly. They just did different things with it afterward. “How is he,” Daniel said. “Better. New dosage is working.”

Amara looked at him. She smiled—small, real. “It’s not a someone,” she said. “Not yet. It’s a place. It’s movement. It’s remembering how to feel something that isn’t pain.” Theo looked at her. Then he asked the question everyone had been avoiding. “Is it a man?” Amara hesitated. Then she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “His name is Daniel. He teaches at the studio. He lost his sister two years ago. He understands. He doesn’t try to fix me. He just… sits with me. He dances with me. He lets me be broken and still sees me.”