Daniel James Howell Novels & Stories

Please make yourself comfortable" he said as they entered his house. Jewel was still trying to process everythat had happened. It made her really tensed but yet again she felt like it all played out like a movie. The question of why Daniel had taken her to the restaurant and who he wanted her to see was still in her mind. Who was he to command so much respect . "Do you need anything?" He asked "Water" came her reply "Please sit down" he offered as he left her in the sitting room. "Not much has changed since the last time I came" she said to him when he returned with a glass of water. "If I had a family maybe things would have changed" said Mr Daniel. It felt absurd to be talking about someth

“how are you even more beautiful. It hasn't even been twenty four hours yet, baby.” Dylan’s eyes roll but he blushes all the same “you better not be distracting me with your gorgeous face and love bombing me to avoid answering my question.” “no, i actually called you so that you could see me when i tell you that whatever there was between James and i ended a long time ago. he was only with me at the jamboree because i pathetically told him I was heartbroken. so when he asked who i was heart broken over–i told him about my dilemma at the time. which is how i found out Daniel was in town with you. He was there out of pity and he only kissed me there to make me feel better about being a loser.”

~ Michael POV ~ The whiskey burned my throat as I stared at the photographs scattered across my desk. Eight years. Eight goddamn years of searching, and all I had to show for it were dead ends and sleepless nights. "Mr. Walton?" Daniel cleared his throat from the doorway of my office. "You wanted to see me?" I gestured to the chair across from me. Daniel Shaw had been my last resort—a private investigator with a reputation for finding people who didn't want to be found. His weathered face and calculating eyes told me he'd seen more of the world's ugliness than most.

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

It clearly showed 1976, the year Daniel Harrington left the rural West. Birth date: June 13th. The date matched the one in his letters. The comments exploded again. “That face. DNA not needed. They’re identical.” “What kind of monster abandons his pregnant wife in the rural West to become a professor?” “And he stood up there talking about fairness. How does he live with himself?” “And they taught their granddaughter this?” The viewership peaked. Daniel Harrington wiped his forehead, his voice shaking. “David! Shut down the live stream!”

the voice sounded deep and powerful, a shiver ran down my spine and I slowly turned around but I was met with a broad chest, my eyes found their way to his honey brown eyes and my heart skipped a beat. “Mr Daniels,” his eyebrows furrowed for a second before he smiled back at me. “Whatever happened to JJ?” “Four years,” I shrugged and his smile fell. “However I feel as if Mr Daniels works better seeing how polished you are now! You look great,” I rushed out trying to bring back the mood, I was great at sucking the mood but I was better at creating one. He chuckled, shaking his head and opened his arms, standing up. I allowed him to wrap his arms around my waist while I wrapped mine around his

One who found out too much. "One in particular," Darian continued. He took a sip of wine and he didn't even look at me. "A man named Daniel Hayes. He spent years trying to write an expose on our tech acquisitions. He thought he was a hero. He thought he was uncovering some great conspiracy." Stop talking. Please stop talking.

James replied while munching on his food, “General Daniel Highsmith? I don’t know who that is. That guy earlier is a childhood friend of mine. We haven’t seen each other in years. Since we bumped into each other, we decided to have a meal together. Is he a general now?” “You don’t know?” Xara was rather suspicious of James’ words. General Highsmith seemed to obey James’ every command and acted according to his wishes. James went on, “I don’t know. It’s been more than ten years since I was at the Southern Plains. This Daniel… Sorry, Danny. From what I know, this Danny guy went to the Western border. He never mentioned anything about being a general.” James put his chopsticks down and looked a

"Good. Razor, Hammer, come with me. Everyone else, find Riley. Bring her to the conference room. Use force if necessary." We walked to Daniel's room. I did not knock. Just kicked the door open. He was packing. Clothes. Documents. Money. He froze when he saw us. "Going somewhere?" I asked. Daniel's expression changed. The sweet, patient man vanished. Replaced by something cold. Calculating. "Took you long enough to figure it out," he said. "I was beginning to think I would have to stay in character forever." "Who are you really?" "David Holloway. Though I have had a dozen names over the years." He zipped his bag. "And before you get all emotional and betrayed, understand something. This was b

"I'm sorry?" "You left the university three years ago." Atlas looked up from his book. "Two years and eight months." Professor Hartwell stared at both of them. Dad, standing beside me, looked amused. "Perhaps we should let him introduce himself." The professor cleared his throat. "Daniel Hartwell. Mathematics and theoretical sciences." Atlas nodded. "Your publications?" "Excuse me?" "I read them." The professor looked at Dad. Dad shrugged. "He does that." Atlas turned another page. "Your fifth paper contains an incorrect assumption." Professor Hartwell's mouth opened. Then closed. Selene giggled.