Daniel Braga Novels & Stories

“You think it’s that simple? That you can walk back into my life and erase the years of damage? “No, Adrian admitted, stepping closer. “But I can prove I’m not the same man who left you bleeding. And if it takes every ounce of what I have my empire, my pride I’ll do it....For both of us for Elias ... Gabriel turned away, heart warring with reason. But Adrian’s words sank deep. And Daniel’s image, loyal Daniel, didn’t even surface in his mind. That night, Daniel sat in his apartment, staring at the glass of whiskey in his hand. The phone on his table buzzed with a number he didn’t recognize. He knew who it was. He had been waiting. He let it ring twice before answering. “Mr. Cross,” a smooth

Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier. Standing there at a loss for words, Drake walked over to me, extending his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Drake. You must be the new Luna?" As he said that, I noticed how Linda stared at me, and the other girl, resembling her, approached me. I despised the way she looked at me, as if trying to peer into my soul, sending chills down my spine. "So, you're the one who stole my sister's Alpha, huh? A real slut."

Damian away, and Daniel knew exactly how to turn that bitterness into a weapon. He reached out to Vera, using contacts he had cultivated within prison walls, and arranged a meeting. Vera arrived at the rendezvous point with a cool, calculating expression on her face, her eyes narrowing when she saw him. She was beautiful, poised, with an air of elegance that hid a fierceness Daniel could feel across the room. “So, the infamous Daniel Regars,” she stated, crossing her arms and looking him up and down with a wry smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I scream, taking a couple of steps back as a hand touches me on my shoulder. "Sorry," I look up. "I didn't mean to scare you. I am Daniel, Javier's brother" Javier's brother? I never knew Javier has a brother. Daniel does not look like Javier. Perhaps, not as handsome as him, but Daniel does not look devilish as Javier. He has dirty blonde hair, with a streak of brown at the roof. His crook nose which looks as if it's experienced a fatal floor flares up in the air, and his deep grey eyes stare deep into mine I almost let out another cry.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

"Start the camera." Fidel turned on the recording equipment. The red light blinked on. Daniel's face appeared on the monitor chained and pale but with a stubborn set to his jaw. "For the record," I said to the camera, "this is Daniel Vanguard former CEO of Vanguard Weaponry. He has refused to confess to his crimes. What happens next is his choice." I walked over to Daniel with the knife. He watched me approach but didn't flinch. Didn't beg. Just kept that same defiant expression.

, I glared at them. "We can do that", dada said. "I wanna take his life with my own hands", my voice had no remorse. "Will you be able to do it? Or again you will play cheap games with us?", Daniel frowned. "You don't know, Daniel Baig Aka Daniels Bryan that how it feels to be an orphan, how tough it is to live without parents, how difficult it is to know that the murderer of your parents is none other than the person you love. Amayra Mehta is unpredictable, Daniel. You never know when she is your partner, when she is a betrayer, when she is an enemy", I stood up to go.

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My

“You let her hurt her. You let her get to Delilah. And now she… she doesn’t even know who she is anymore.” Damon put a hand on my shoulder. “That’s enough. Delilah is not the main concern here. In case you’ve forgotten, there is a whole pack that was harmed, people who died, and trust me. I don’t give two fucks about who Delilah is to you, there are other people who are important here.” I said without looking at him. “Because if I don’t say it, no one will. Someone has to fight for something that they see as worth it, and I am fighting for her.”

The next morning, as Ryan stood in Daniel’s kitchen stirring coffee, Daniel’s phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced down. Then froze. Ryan caught it instantly. “What?” Daniel hesitated. Then handed the phone over. An email. From someone named Thomas Bryant. Subject: “We need to talk about what you did last year. I’m not going away this time.” Ryan looked up, a weight suddenly shifting in his chest. “Daniel… who is that?” Daniel didn’t answer right away. Then finally, he said, “He’s someone from my past. And… I hoped I’d never have to talk about him.”