Daniel James Howell Novels & Stories

“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

A sense of annoyance spiked inside Jason at the sight of Daniel, and he fell speechless from anger, wanting to yell, but keeping his emotions down, instead glaring daggers at the lawyer. “Who are you?” Deborah finally asked, also feeling frustrated. “Good morning, I am Daniel, Daniel Anderson, the owner of ‘Dan law firm’ and Mr. Damion Briggs's legal lawyer. I have documents to prove our partnership and my legitimacy to this claim. I have been his private lawyer for twenty years now.” Daniel said as he approached the table and pulled out a chair.

he asked impatiently. “Jacob Hayden is currently in France, Mr Daniel. It's been several days already. However, I can't check what it's doing there. Access to Jacob Hayden is very limited because he has other hacking experts himself,” Marvel reports. “Okay that's enough, then what about Helen? Have you done what I ordered?" Daniel made sure. "As you command, Sir. I've done it all,” Marvel replied confidently. "Good! You've done a good job, Marvel. You keep an eye on him and immediately report to me the results!” Daniel returned the order then hung up the phone again.

"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