Daniel James Howell Novels & Stories

Alpha Darren squeezed his phone until it died completely. He was mad not because Diana was cursing at him, but because she hadn't been honest about reporting his activities to the kidnapper. And because.... his feelings had turned out to be onesided, just as the caller had said.

He was breathing hard, like he had come up the stairs quickly, and his suit was immaculate except for a small tear at the left shoulder that had not been there at dinner. "Do not go in there yet," he said quietly. His voice was urgent and controlled. "There is something you need to know first. Something about tonight. About why Adrian is really here." I stared at him. "Who are you?" He glanced at the door. At the spilled soil. In the closed corridor around us. "My name is Daniel Park," he said. "I have been on the Blackwell board for eighteen months." He held my gaze. "I have also been working with the FBI Financial Crimes unit for fourteen of those months."

Mia was right, he’d been ignoring her and putting her off when he should have been focusing on her and giving her the attention she rightly deserved. The pain inside of his chest was growing to become unbearable. He was desperate to find a way to fix things. James finished what was left of his bourbon and reached for his phone to call Daniel. The beta was truly the only other person he genuinely trusted with his personal life. “Hello, sir?” James’ voice came out rough and strained. “Daniel. I need you to come to the house as soon as possible.” Without another word, Daniel ended the call and made his way directly to the house. Looking a bit frazzled and slightly disheveled, Daniel caught his

But Graham cold shoulder was beginning to be a bother to Daniel who had a strong conviction of Graham formulating a secret plot. Slowly descending the stairs, two at a time. Daniel clicked the cuff of his shirt. Adjusted his tie and dragged his shirt down. His long pant fitted his derriere, the shirt clung to his masculine anatomy. His black hair was styled and gelled giving him a model, sexy look. Two steps from reaching the living room, his phone rang noisily in his pocket. With his brow creased, Daniel pulled it out with a frown. "Hello." "Daniel. I have got some news. Concerning the bastard who shot you days ago. The bastard is no other than James Chris. He was found dead in his own room

I called out down the hallway, hoping she would answer. But nothing. “Just tell me where my friend is,” I begged. “And spoil all the fun? No way,” Kade said as he leaned against the island and bit his lip while continuing to eye fuck me. Wait a minute. If he was here, where was Dane? “What happened to Dane?” I frantically questioned. “Do you mean your mate?” He chuckled and took a toothpick from the small vendor on the counter. Placing it in his mouth, he seemed to need something to chew on to distract himself from how my body made him feel while looking at me.

I was not supposed to be noticing him. His name was Daniel, according to the senior bellhop who'd shown me the ropes. Daniel had been working here for three years. He moved through the chaotic lobby with a lazy, predatory grace that made my stomach flip. He wasn't overly tall, but he was built, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the uniform stretching taut across his chest and thighs in a way that should have been illegal. His dark hair was perpetually a little tousled, as if he'd just run his hands through it, and his eyes were the color of storm clouds, sharp and knowing.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

She had the manner of someone who had seen many versions of this conversation, family members arriving after years of absence, and had decided to be neither judgmental nor falsely warm. "Daniel has been here since he was two," she said. "He's one of our longest residents. He's well known to all the staff." "What is he like?" "Gentle. He has a good sense of humor, which surprises people who haven't spent time with him. He likes music, particularly country music, which is not what you'd expect." A small professional smile. "He's nonverbal but communicates well through gesture and expression and a communication device he's been using for fifteen years."

Viscount Sheridan and his lovely bride would soon be begging for death, long before Samir would grant them such a mercy. * * * * * Hugo Waverly watched Samir Al Zahrani exit his private coach and continue on his way. A minute later, the coach door opened again and Daniel Sheffield ducked inside, seating himself across from Hugo. Daniel was his best man. The quickest, quietest, and deadliest of all the spies Hugo was in charge of for His Majesty. The man was only in his midtwenties, yet he'd been on more missions than any spy in England. Daniel swept off his hat. "Well, my lord? Did he take the bait?"

And now James sat in front of Daniel and behind Nicole, who chose to stand up to hug James. "James..." Nicole murmured with her blurry eyes and a pleading expression. "I came here to compromise with you two," James spoke firmly and briefly. He didn't want to talk too much about unneeded things. "James..." Nicole was still calling him, but James didn't budge at her. James's eyes were fixed on Daniel, who almost died at James' hands the last time they met. Likewise, with Daniel, he saw nothing but James' hatred against him. Daniel's test results have come out, and he has indeed been positive for Hepatitis but has been undergoing treatment while he is not completely cured.