Daniel Kraus Author Novels & Stories

Watching them go upstairs I headed toward the Alpha's office and peered inside. Daniel was focused on the laptop sitting on his desk and glanced up to see me standing in the doorway. "Come in, Raija, and tell me what you need," he said kindly. I quickly apologized for interrupting his work and he scoffed. "I needed a break so please have a seat and spill it," he chuckled. Sitting and clasping my hands on my lap I inhaled deeply and focused on Daniel. "I need to know if you are familiar with a man named Atticus Ravenswood."

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.

Cassius’s eyes darkened. "I wouldn’t have done it without you, my capable husband," she whispered, and Cassius kissed her gently. ___ "You criticizing other movies before everyone in Australia was a shitty thing to do, Jemima. Accept the fact that you were wrong," Daniel snapped at Jemima, who was sitting calmly on the couch. Daniel was the CEO of Crystal Entertainment Company, a middle-aged man with a built figure. Jemima rolled her eyes and sighed. "I only said my opinion, sir. You can’t blame me for it."

Claire's POV Daniel took a deep breath in, his chest rising and falling with a mix of emotions. My revelation had clearly struck a chord within him, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of his response. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with a weariness that only added to the layers of complexity between us. "A witch," he mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the information. "Haven't you heard that to trust a witch is to invite your very demise?"

"It gives me a reason to start the day with a funeral." Daniel didn't flinch. He just chewed on a toothpick. "You told me to move fast if the Cruz scent got local." "Spit it out." "I did the deep dive on Eduardo Cruz like you ordered." "And? I’m not paying you for the scenery." "The old man is a ghost story." Daniel reached into his trench coat, pulled out a thick, black-bound dossier, and slid it across the desk. "While you were playing host at the Miami Royal Yacht Club this weekend, I was digging through trash in Little Havana." He stood up, smoothing out his suit.

“Yes I do ma'am “ Daniel said and Daisy’s mom smiled. She carried her spoon and removed the cooked crab from her food and put in Daniel's food. Daniel stared at the woman in front of him, he smiled at her. He didn't know why but he felt a kind of connection with this woman. TBC

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

Daniel resumed consulting for nonprofit organizations while Elena spent her afternoons writing in the bookstore café where they had first met. She had started a novel months earlier but had never found the courage to finish it. Now Daniel made it his personal mission. “How many words today?” he’d ask every evening. “If I tell you, you’ll judge me.” “I would never.” “Three hundred.” “Three hundred more than yesterday?” “…No.” He grinned. “Still three hundred closer to the ending than someone who never started.” Somehow, he always knew exactly what to say. ⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal.

DANIEL The weariness gnawed at me like a thick grey cloud, thick and grey, clinging to my skeleton. Hours upon hours of consecutive meetings had sucked the life out of me, and all I craved was to go home, pour scotch into a glass, and just sit—dark and I. Maybe even read a book if my eyes wouldn't get too heavy before that. But of course, Klaus would not allow me that respite. "You're going to the gala, Daniel," he'd shouted at me in the previous moment, with that voice you can't resist because he'll wear you down until you've fulfilled what he had wanted. "This is your gala. Do you know how it will go if you don't go?" And here I was. Left stranded in a ballroom that was an Emerald City but

"I want to know exactly who has the nerve to drop Reyna off like that first thing in the morning." "Yes, sir. I'll try." --- It took twelve hours before Daniel came back to report an answer. I was in my study, signing a few contract documents, when there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in." Daniel stepped in with a thin folder in hand. His face looked a little uncertain. "Sir. I got some information about the man in the photo." I set down my pen, looking up. "Who is he?" "His name is Cassius." Daniel opened the folder, showing a sheet with a brief profile. "A surgeon. I checked—he's quite renowned in his field, several international medical journals have featured his name. But..."