Daniel D'arby Novels & Stories

“Silly. Thank you, Arina, for helping me.” “That’s why I’m here, madam. Now, let’s put your shoes on.” I’d stared at these shoes in last month’s magazine. Now, they were in my feet—ankle strapped sandals with pears clustered. I sighed in front of the mirror—I was now a different person, but deep inside, I was still the same without these grandiose and luxuries. “Please, come in,” Arina said. “Who’s there?” A slim man around fifties walked in, carrying a blue velvet square jewelry box. “Madam, I’m Daniel Areon, a representative from Gattewarde Braynburd Assets. I am here to present you this fine jewelry.” He flipped the box open.

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

Xara glanced at James and seated herself. “A-Are you General Highsmith?” Xara’s eyes gleamed. Daniel looked at James. James laughed. “Xara, his name’s Danny. He’s not a general.” “H-He’s right.” Daniel quickly nodded in agreement. “Miss… Xara, was it? I’m not a general. My name’s Daniel… Sorry, Danny. I just resemble Daniel.” He stumbled over his words. Hearing this, Zara let loose a hearty laugh.

We had a sudden eye contact and I preferred not to look at the first Arakah in the eyes. "His name is Daniel, isn't it?!. A previous host of Hades, smart and sacrificial". Arakah smiled in conclusion to his sentence. "He played his games well to get out of the grip of Hades, didn't he?!" I caught him glancing at me.

They had a private argument for several moments before she nodded and said, “sono d’accordo.” Supper was served, and each ate their meal, chatting about non-consequential things. Sandra told them about Kansas, about her job and her family, while Daniel talked about his family. He was the seventh child of a carpenter, his upbringing in Cork Ireland and his work with Creighton’s telecommunications firm. Aryana talked mainly about the baby, her plans for their future as a family and shopping. It seemed she loved to spend money more than she enjoyed breathing. A habit Daniel was limiting.

“Daniel is the one representing us. Everything Damian thinks he knows, everything he believes about what’s happening—it will come through Daniel. He’s the perfect decoy, and he’s going to make sure our plan moves exactly as intended.” Aria’s eyes narrowed. “And how are we sure he’s capable of this job? I need someone who won’t falter, Lucas. Damian isn’t easy to manipulate.” Daniel finally stepped forward, his presence commanding without trying. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice calm but with an authority that demanded attention, “I’ve handled front man assignments before—high stakes, high profiles, the kind where one mistake can ruin weeks of preparation. I’ve never failed a client. Damian won’t

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

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.”

“Oh it is that particular “small issue '' '' Daniel replied quoting. ‘Now I feel embarrassed’ I thought. I dozed off, and after a few minutes, I was woken up by their loud debates. I kept my eyes closed even though I was awake. "Now, turn right. The destination is on the left" said Daniel. "How do you know that?" Daisy and Dylan asked simultaneously. "I told you, I always come here to archery," he replied, sounding vexed. "Oh, my goddess! Aha! It's Abigail, right? Please tell me it's her" asked Daisy squealing in excitement. "Yes, it's Her. But keep it down, she's sleeping," replied Daniel with a low voice. "I knew it! I liked this Girl the first minute I saw her."

He suggested. “Nah, I’m exhausted.” “Oh come on Arthur Murray, we all know you aren’t one to get tired that easily or even shy away from a challenge. What would you tell your people when they hear their Alpha refused a fight from a mere person like me?” Dennis pushed further. He knew I hated for my ego to be trampled on. “Go on, use me. Use me and cool off the steam. I know you are craving for a real fight and not some training equipment.”