Daniel Kraus Author Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked away, my gaze drifting toward the hallway that led to the bedroom. “He introduced himself,” I continued. “Daniel.” Clara repeated the name under her breath, like she was testing it. “Daniel. Okay. I can work with that. What does Daniel do, aside from interrupting your very intense relationship with your law notes?” “He’s in property development,” I said. “He called it boring.” “And you believed him?” I shook my head faintly. “No. There was something about the way he said it. Like he didn’t quite believe it either.”

“And you ran over to tell Deanna.” “Are you kidding? I came to tell her that Sacha is back in town and wants to see her, to offer her a job again. I couldn’t help myself, you know how I am. I’d rather see her singing on a stage than crying over her stupid husband.” “I’m not doing anything to hurt her. I never would… I’m not like you,” Daniel defended himself. “Really? What you’re saying stinks like bullshit, Crusher.” “Listen, Reed, I don’t owe you—or anyone else—any kind of explanation. People can say whatever they want.”

Kraius just saw his back with another child and at the same time ran away. Kraius shook his head and continued what he was doing. He also tries to forget what he saw. Though, everytime he remembered it, he decided to shrug it off. The moment he saw what he needed, Kraius quickly left the store. He bought Jack Daniels for him and Andrius. He knew the latter was still in the office because he was too hard working when it came to work. Andrius ’life revolved around business and his women which made them alike for some aspect.

Daniel placed the file on my desk later that evening. “His record is clean,” he said. I opened the file. Viktor Cross. Age thirty. International sculptor. Several exhibitions overseas. Recognized in elite art circles. No scandals. No suspicious financial activity. Annoyingly flawless. I turned the page. Then my eyes stopped. University records. Daniel spoke carefully. “They attended the same university.” “I see that.” “They were in the same department.” My fingers tightened slightly on the paper. “And?” Daniel hesitated. “Several people described them as… close.”

But then, the most horrible part of that night was, Daniel insulting me. Daniel was drunk, He came up to the stage. He opened his mask, then took the host's microphone. And then he just started insulting me and my family. I remember every word told by him to me in front of everyone. He said, "I was her friend from our childhood, I know her very well. When I was small, Cristill took interest in elder boys. She is not like what she looks from outside. She is a girl with no shame. She looks very simple from outside but she is not at all simple from inside.

Leon sat on the edge of the desk across from me and watched my face. Daniel talked. After he sold the research he had taken the money and tried to start over. New city, new project, new everything. It had worked for about a year. Then Crane had found him. Not to threaten him. To hire him. Crane had needed someone who understood the original research well enough to help implement it inside the Meritus project. Daniel had said yes because he needed the money and because he had told himself it wasn't really his problem anymore.

They talked about the books they'd read that week, Cross Her Heart and The Last Thing He Told Me, dissecting characters and motives and twists with enthusiasm. "I didn't trust Lisa from the start," one woman said, shaking her head when they started talking about Cross Her Heart. "There was something off." "That's the point though," someone else countered. "You're supposed to question your instincts." Daniel jumped in then, confident and articulate, leaning forward slightly as he spoke. I watched him more than I listened, the way his hands moved when he emphasized a point, the way his expression shifted as he considered different perspectives. He looked comfortable, like he belonged there, li

I whisper, trying not to breathe hard. He's so close. So huge and intimidating with those intense green eyes. He could flatten me on this couch and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "My name is Daniel." He looks at me hard, as if willing that name into permanence in my memory. "Craig is busy. And I don't need paperwork. I know everything I need to know about you," he says, his tone of voice like metal on stone. "I know you shouldn't be here."

"Thank you very much, sir." Daniel turned back to the window; Claudia was already saying goodbye to her audience, and the music was changing, amalgamating with the sweaty, untied bodies of the customers on the dance floor. His brain was covered with a heavy matter, like iron, that governed his ideas and thoughts: "the rich and their things, the millionaires and their secrets, their friends and ambition," all the phrases that were born and embraced each other in his head, danced together as they formed more ideas, concretizing his next steps.

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.