Daniel Braga Novels & Stories

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

The man said in a rush. “Daniel, this is Cordelia Blackwell, she's helping Sheila. Now, there's a coffin in my trunk. Get it and follow me to the back of the mansion.” I wasn't sure what happened, but Daniel and Cadell both stared at each other, a silent conversation was happening between them. And I remembered reading about the mind link between pack members. Daniel's eyes widened before drifting towards me and bowing his head slightly. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwell. My name is Daniel Braxton, the Beta of the pack.”

Rose Jade had met her mate last night. Given everything she had to say about him and what they did, I wasn’t exactly certain how she had untangled herself from the sheets long enough to find her way dress shopping for Lya’s luna ceremony with us. He sounded lovely, though. A career warrior here, but had recently made the switch over to Cyber. I had met him before, Daniel, but didn’t have much of an opinion of him, what with him finishing up his training as I was just starting. He had been stationed in the southernmost town of the pack until he made his transition over to Cyber.

she continued, her voice rising an octave. Daniel very often got harsh sentences from many people since he was little. He wasn't hurt when his parents threw him out of the pack because of a misunderstanding. However, when the person he loves throws harsh words, his heart hurts a lot. Daniel is known for being rough and wild because he lived as a rogue for a dozen years. Therefore, when he met Damelza for the first time, he couldn't help but injure her.

" Olivia let out a loud sigh on the other end of the line. "I'll be there in ten minutes." "Just get here fast." he said. "No, hurry." He hung up before she could respond and put his phone back in his pocket. He got up and started to walk to his room. * * * * "His name is Daniel Gonzalez. He is the CEO of DG Enterprise." "In Argentina?" "Yes but I found out he's relocated to Mexico and he's about to start a branch here in Mexico." "But he's doing well over there, why would he make such a risky move?"

She leads us towards the table, shooting David daggers in warning him to try and throw another tantrum. “And here I thought Zander and Ash were going to be the problem.” Daniel chuckles while taking his seat and settling in for a drink. Earning glares from everyone.

“How can you say that? How can you say it doesn’t matter?” I gave him a pained wince and tried to pull my leg from his grip again, but he held me in place. “Balric’s lives are hard and violent. Mine will be no exception.” “It could be,” Daniel said, his fingers resumed his massage. “Your life is not like his others. They never worked with him. They never had something more to live for.”

“I believe that we never really discussed the name given everything that we've been going through.” Liam hesitated, looking down at our son. The baby stirred, tiny fists curling against his chest. For a long moment, Liam didn’t answer. Then he said, quietly, “Daniel. I was thinking about it for a while, but I did not want to ask because I knew that you might have something that you wanted in your mind.” I blinked, surprised by the gentleness in his tone. “Daniel?” He nodded. “It means ‘God is my judge.’” His thumb brushed over the baby’s tiny hand. “He deserves a name that carries strength without pain. A name that isn’t born from war.”

He flinched when she touched a particularly deep wound near his eyebrow, but he did not complain. I stood back, watching. My hands were still throbbing, and I could feel blood dripping from my knuckles onto the floor. I did not care. "This is the man we came to find," Sage said, looking at the worker. "What is your name? Do you work at the Cavern of ash?" "Daniel," he said. His voice was rough, strained with pain. "And yes i do. I have been for twelve years." Sage pulled out a small notebook and a pen. "I need to ask you some questions about your routine. Your shifts. Who you work with. Anything unusual you have noticed in the past year."

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”