Daniel Iland Novels & Stories

He couldn’t even get his hands on the guest list as he would have loved to. “I’m Liam,” he said. “Liam Kingston.” Daniel’s expression was still blank, as he was unable to recognize the man standing in front of him. “The grandson of the owner of Kingston Empire.” At the mention of that, Daniel’s expression changed. Liam smiled immediately, happy that the man could finally recognize whose grandchild he was. But the look that Daniel had was a look of disgust. Everybody already knew Liam, as the man that had abandoned the girl that stood by him right before his success. And even now, he wasn’t successful.

"If you're choosing to not see reason, choosing to remain blind to the actual facts, then maybe I can raise my voice at you to bring you back to reality." "Look, Rowland. I can't wake a person that is pretending to sleep, but, I can at least try without knowing they are pretending. You're the one with logs in your eyes. Daniel set the company on fire after some deal he had with them, they took it from him fair and square, but unfortunately, someone died in the fire he has set, so he is truly guilty. You should stop trying to kindle flames that are ought to be dead."

Min’s blood turned to ice. He shot upright from the bed as if he’d been electrocuted, his heart seizing in his chest. He spun around, his eyes wide with terror, to see Daniel standing in the doorway of the master bedroom. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be in Bali, or Bora Bora, or some other equally exotic and inaccessible location. But here he was, looking like some dark god of the sea. He was dressed in a simple, black athletic t-shirt that clung to the powerful muscles of his chest and shoulders, and low-slung grey sweatpants that did little to hide the formidable bulge at his crotch.

He would finish in just a few minutes before rolling over and falling asleep, leaving me lying there aching and frustrated. I wanted to be touched properly, kissed slowly, fucked hard until I couldn’t think straight. But I never said it out loud. I didn’t want to hurt him. That’s when my father-in-law, Daniel, arrived. Daniel was fifty-three, but he didn’t look it. Tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see more than they should. He had that quiet, commanding presence — the kind of man who made people listen when he spoke.

Daniel decided to have himself a cold fresh water to drink on a jar at the fridge as he sightseeing the other buildings and homes outside the balcony with their lights still on and the sounds of the egines cars around the building of the apartment. "She's not even half as good tonight."Daneil mumbled out as he sighted thinking about what he should do by tomorrow and another following boring days that he would have and nights with some random females around. THE NEXT DAY It was Friday which means Daniel would go partying for the next two days after doing projects if he has any at his campus.Daniel might be a playboy and would spend the night with random females,but that doesn't mean that he i

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.

How I'm I sure you're not here to take us back to him? Daniel: I'm sorry for the pain I've cost your family. Your family and that of Andy. But believe me I don't want that life anymore, I want to help. That's why I didn't let that man molest you. That's why I gave you the scarf and gave you food. That's why I took Chubi back home Me: what? Daniel: Unugwa believe me I want to help. I blinked my eyes Me: you're that man who was walking shirtless in the rain, with a bag hung on his back.

he said. I didn't say a word, even when my body had already started to thrash against each other from the sheer rejection of that statement. My chest heaved under the tight bandages, every muscle tightening in sheer disbelief. Love? That twisted, manipulative monster didn't know the first thing about love. "I know you won't believe this, but stop believing words that fall from Cillian's lips," Daniel pressed on, stepping closer to my chair, his expression desperate. "He's trying so hard to save..."

“I have four D.C. possibilities in the Northbridge orbit for that year. Diana Cole, listed as program liaison through the Cole Family Education Trust. David Carr, a music patron who appears twice in donor acknowledgments. Deborah Crane, assistant director of a youth arts council. And a department code that may have been abbreviated D.C. in some internal captions.” Daniel opened his eyes. “So nothing.” “Not nothing,” Elaine said. “Not enough.” Leah looked at him before she meant to. The words were his language. Distinction. Precision. A hand held against fear before fear could build its own house and call it truth. Daniel heard it too. His gaze moved to Elaine, then to Leah. For one second, t

He suggested like a clever friend. “I am not desire your silly and childish talks. So, you may go out of this cabin and leave me alone" said rowan irritatingly. Daniel shook his head at his friend's ignorant behavior and said, “I came here to inform you that why not let's go for a world tour where we will enjoy beauties and nature” he said dreamily. Rowan : I am not in the fucking mood, dan. Just go out, man. He knows that he is rude, but that's how he is, and Daniel knew this. And he was okay with his rudeness.