Romans & histoires Daniel Martin Book

PRESENT DAY. (DANIEL) In my safe place there are many dangers. Machos parade their large cocks with their masks on, nicotine and mixed colognes swirl in the air, as party comers dance on the strobe light floor. Loud jazz buzzes from the subwoofers, rattling my bones. I knock back my martini, the alcohol burning down my throat. Fuck. I need cock. The faster I get fucked, the better. “You’ve had too much. You’ll lose yourself.” Clara says, shaking the drink hard before pouring it into a glass of ice. “For the fact this is a secret society doesn’t guarantee you waste yourself. You lose your guard, your identity suffers.”

She opens the book as the first page wrote the introduction. “WAKE UP, DANIELA!” The death warning, yet rather a call that Daniela dreamed about after walking up in the series of chances, greed, sacrifices, and the seven deadly sins, and from an inevitable chance to turn back into time and run into the loop of space and dimension. To her life that was surrounded with lies, blessed fate, but curse destiny she is entwined to save the person who is long dead from the present that she never had in the first place. Now being stunned by the life she never dreams of having, she runs toward the series of miseries behind the hidden books of the reincarnated blood she bares.

Neither can I risk being questioned by him on why I was reading a specific book if I had it brought into the room so I just kept myself busy with the drawing pad and some historic books in the small wall shelf in our suite's sitting room. He had also stayed at home everyday not giving me any breathing space to even move any further away from our suite or the house as a matter of fact. I had also spent these few days recovering, trying to keep distance from everyone while finding it hard to keep away from Daniel since he was practically on my face daily, only taking an absence to attend virtual meetings with his Company executives and his Men in charge of the border. Even holding some right i

Lucas ~*~ By lunch, Mari left with Chase to see her father and I was left on my own, which was how I liked it. Daphne, the help, was kind enough to let me make the corner of the guest room into a make-shift study. She lent me a table from the storage room so I can finish some paperwork and set my laptop. Today I skipped the gym, decided to do it later tonight. I called Harriet to check how she was, and thankfully she was doing better. If only Mari decided to check with Harriet's therapist, then she wouldn't be so jumpy. And grumpy.

Daniel had almost forgotten about the delivery he had last night; he had no idea what he was going to do. Looking around his office at all the paperwork and desk equipment littering his floor he quickly spotted his phone, bending down to pick it up he grimaced with the flashback of Katherine bent over the desk and his complete lack of willpower to stop anything. Daniel had to get some help on the situation and quick, Charlotte’s life was in danger and he needed to stop whoever it was doing this before she found out. Bringing up his contact list on his phone he called his one and only trustworthy employee/friend. Ethan Harper.

Despite how everyone around me cowered, the only thought that came to my mind was to kick him out of the church. However, he was too tall and I knew my capabilities so I just stood where I was and stared at him angrily until he got to where Brian and I stood. He suddenly held Brian by the neck and began to choke him. Brian, who had received martial arts training struggled with all his might but he couldn't free himself from the man called Daniel. I tried to grab his hand in an effort to free Brian who had almost stopped breathing but Daniel held me back with his other hand and flung Brian onto the wall.

Starting from their adjoining class and their common hobby of borrowing books from the library, continuing to look for old books by their favorite authors. At that time Daniel did not have much time and references to read biographical or autobiographical books. Rania was the one who introduced him to that world. She always looks cheerful and has material for conversation that can pique Daniel's curiosity. In his youth Daniel was not the type of person who would often hang out with teenagers his age, due to his duties and responsibilities as the successor to a large company and being the first child of the Wyatt family, he was required to act more carefully and consider every choice he made.

"T-That woman handed Martin over to the authorities without even letting him come home and see us one last time." Daniel came running out of his room and clutched Patricia's legs tightly while crying out, "Daddy! I want Daddy…" Pretending to be shocked, I slumped to the floor with a look of despair on my face.

Little did she know, Daniel had been keeping an eye on her for reasons she couldn’t yet understand. Unbeknownst to Rita, her brother Nathan had personally hired Daniel to watch over her and ensure her safety. Daniel was far more than a marketing analyst—he was a discreet guardian, entrusted with the task of protecting Rita from the toxicity brewing within the company. His actions that day had been calculated, designed to expose Margaret’s cruelty while preserving Rita’s dignity.

he growled, and it was as if his wolf was in control. Mr. Martin avoided his eyes. "I-I wish I could help, old friend, but there is nothing I can do," he stammered. Daniel stepped forward and pulled out something from his pocket, and my jaw almost hit the floor at what I saw. It was—it was a fucking gun, a handgun. Before I could come to terms with what was happening, he fired a shot into the air, then pointed the gun at Mr. Martin’s head. "People never do the right thing until they are forced to," Daniel commented, his teeth bared, revealing his fangs.