Daniel James Howell Novels & Stories

I was praying I’d have the opportunity to spend some time with Hamish Stewart, all up close and personal. My sister looked at me like she thought I was a maniac. “Daniel’s going to handle it for now.” I knew Daniel was a Hunter who had recently been named the Area Leader of California He was excellent at his job, but that didn’t take away from the fact that I wanted my turn with Stewart. “You said you couldn’t find Hines or Holland through him?” It took me a moment to realize Job was talking to me, I was so caught up in my hatred for Hamish.

She was surely going to score him. Two Weeks after our enthronement, Daniel hasn't resumed the training yet. He was focusing on the company’s leadership because he couldn't be the trainer and the CEO simultaneously! All works required full attendance, something that was impossible for him. He was either going to be the trainer or the CEO. actually; he had not much of a choice because his father warned him about abandoning his responsibility of being the trainer of the warriors.

I recount the things I know about Daniel. His last name is Ansdell, like Richard Ansdell, an English painter and printmaker. Is he a descendant of him? Is he from an English family? I don't think so. His accent is not British at all. I also know that he loves to cook, and he does it very well. Ah! Of course I am aware of how dedicated he is when it comes to training. As I was saying, such a perfect body was not just a product of genetics, but of hard and constant work.

Deep and measured and carrying the particular weight of someone who had spent decades having every word he said treated as consequential. They sat. Mrs Alves brought food and retreated with her usual efficiency and the dining room held its quiet. Solomon ate without speaking for a moment. Then, without looking up from his plate, “How long have you been here?” “Several months,” Daniel said. “Doing what,” Solomon said. “Working,” Daniel said. “I’m a graphic designer. Freelance projects.” Solomon looked up at that. “Tim allows that,” he said. “Tim doesn’t dictate my work,” Daniel said.

"I'm saying we need the truth." Emily looked back at the paused image on the phone again. Her heart felt confused. Angry. And strangely hopeful. If Daniel was really alive… Then what had happened three years ago? At that moment, Daniel spoke again. "There’s something else." Alexander looked at him. "What?" Daniel scrolled through the information on his tablet. "The man in the video…" He hesitated for a moment. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Say it." Daniel continued, "He is now the CEO of a company called Harper Global Investments."