Daniel Radcliffe 2023 Novels & Stories

And he already had a guess. Sophia Blake. But before he could say anything else— Daniel suddenly knocked on the door and entered quickly. "Sir." Alexander looked at him. "What happened?" Daniel held his phone out. "You should see this." Alexander took the phone. A news video was playing. The headline immediately caught his attention. “Famous businessman Daniel Harper spotted alive in London.” Alexander’s eyes froze. Emily noticed his expression. "What is it?" Alexander slowly turned the phone toward her. Emily looked at the screen.

♦ Abby’s POV ♦︎ ︎︎ Days passed in a blur, and finally, it was Sunday. The day before, Daniel had told me that it was actually the Plenilunary Enthronement party. At the party, Alpha lex was going to announce his retirement. Which means that Daniel was going to succeed his father. My Daniel was finally going to be Alpha. And I was going to be his Luna. I woke up early, as usual, put on my jogging outfits, and headed down to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and I got out.

But there was one call… “Um… hi. Is this Captain Whitlock?” It was hesitant man’s voice. “Yes, how can I help you?” “I’m calling about Denis Ratcliffe.” Captain Whitlock received so many of these calls he was numb to them. “Yes?” “My name is Daniel. Daniel Ratcliffe. I’m his older brother.” The captain practically spat out his coffee. “How can I help you, sir?” he sat up in his chair, giving Daniel his full attention.

he murmured. Claire nodded. Adrian took a step closer. "Then I hope you’re ready for the truth, Claire." Because the truth? It was uglier than she could imagine. A Name That Should Have Stayed Buried Daniel entered without knocking, his expression grim. "We have confirmation," he said. "It’s him." Adrian’s grip tightened around his glass. Claire felt a chill crawl up her spine. "Who?" she asked. Daniel hesitated. Then, finally—

“I treat you completely from the heart.” "How can it be verified?" “I will marry you when I get out of here. All information will be made public on all media platforms.” "Really? Not fooling me?" Duncan Hiddleston cast an expectant gaze on Phedra Elizabeth. “Absolutely…” Phedra Elizabeth crossed her arms, her face raised towards the ceiling of the cave but couldn't see the ceiling for a while because Phedra Elizabeth was closing her eyes.

"I want you both to eat your food and be merry, you have every reason to celebrate" "And what should we be celebrating with you Daniel Calvin" Mark clenched out and Daniel stretched out his hand and a picture was placed in his palm. "We should be celebrating to this" he replied and placed a picture in front of Mark "That's a picture of my wife and kid, what is it doing with you?" Mark asked fiercely as he stood up, two of Daniel's men quickly stepped forward but Daniel waved them back to their positions "We should be celebrating that they are still alive. They're not home right now, they went to have a good time in a movie but whether they'll return back home alive is up to you"

It skidded in a half-circle, spraying gravel, and slammed to a halt directly between me and the advancing guard. The driver’s door flew open. My breath caught. Was it Liam? Had Anya’s note gotten through? The figure that stepped out wasn’t Liam. Daniel. He looked frantic, disheveled, his eyes wild. He held up a hand, not toward me, but toward the balcony, toward Clara. “Stop!” he yelled, his voice raw. “Clara, don’t! It’s over!” Clara’s amused smile vanished. “What are you doing, Daniel? You’re ruining the protocol.”

“Oh, this. No, I better hold onto this. Daniel told me I had to give it to Haldir directly.” Thorin watched Imara as she looked around the house. “Daniel?” Imara nodded as she slumped down on the couch and pulled her feet up on the side. “Yes, Daniel Darke.” Thorin huffed out a worried breath. “Did you say Daniel Darke?” Even witches on Earth knew of the murderous tyrant Daniel.

Just as the officiant is about to continue, the heavy doors swing open with force. “I OPPOSE THIS MARRIAGE!” A familiar voice screams from the entrance. The crowd gasps, turning. I spin, my veil whipping. “JADE! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!” Daniel stands there, his shirt disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and wild. He looks like a complete mess. Like he crawled through a sewer to reach the rooftop.

"If you die, I'll see the Gaskells buried with you." She lifted her head, a thin, mocking smile on her pale face. "What will it take for you to let me go?" "Say you love me." "In your dreams!" Daniel stared at Freya, then smiled. It sent a chill down her spine. He released her and turned to Mark. "Contact every major outlet now." Mark hesitated. "Mr. Falkner, you mean—" "Livestream my wedding to Freya," Daniel said, each word clipped and distinct.