Daniel Radcliffe Instagram Novels & Stories

Maybe he only said he would be coming just to have me join the party alone. “Mr. Stroke,” Clara, Steph’s friend, called out to Daniel, making us all turn in his direction. Just like every damn time, he stood tall. His oxblood jacket was unbuttoned, and he was wearing a white shirt with three buttons open, revealing his strong chest. Daniel stood with a hand in his pocket. He watched Lucian and me with a clenched jaw, resentment sharp in his gaze, clearly burning from jealousy. Immediately I saw him, I pulled myself away from Lucian’s closeness. My hands shook a bit as I fought to remain still.

“Good. Let them look. Let them remember.” But just beneath the surface, he could feel the tremor. Adrien was silent. Too silent. Not a post. Not a cryptic comment. Not a stunt. And that, more than anything, put Ryan on edge. Daniel met them outside the administration building. He looked tired. Pale. He didn’t even bother with hello. “You need to see this.” He held out his phone. On it: a blurry photo taken inside a cafe near campus. Adrien. Sitting alone. Smiling.

“Especially not one who looks like she’d reject sparkling water because it’s too expensive.” I shot him a look. He raised both hands immediately. “What? I like her.” I leaned back in my chair without responding. My attention drifted back toward the tablet again despite myself. There were hundreds of comments under the pictures. Some were curious, some were impressed and some were cruel. She doesn’t look rich enough for him. Probably another gold digger. She’s pretty though. Where did he even find her? I closed the page without another thought. “Daniel called earlier,” Dylan said suddenly.

I stammered. "Relax. I was once a midwife. I can tell even from your scent." I exhaled and left the office. Outside, Daniel is leaning against the car, a cigarette thugged between his fingers. That actually surprised me, I didn't know he was a smoker. Young girls around were ogling at him, some whispering to their friend's ear and giggling. Even older women were not spared, some look like they want to approach him but his icy expression chased them away the minute they drew close.

"I'm almost close to your hostel already, I could sense excitement in his voice. "Ohh ok, I'll be coming outside now" I said hanging up. As I stepped out of the hostel, he was already waiting for me, but he was on his phone and didn't see me coming. I stood from afar and stared at him for some minutes, Daniel was extremely handsome to be honest with his light skin and dimple that reminded me of my brother. "Heyy, I said and he looked up from his phone. "Good evening milady, you look so fetish in this red dres milady" he whispered teasingly to my ears and I only but blushed.

"Your Highness , this is why you run away?" "Your Highness , are you dating Daniel?" "Daniel , are you the reason why Princess Olivia ran away?" "Is it true that you both met in Dubai?" There were a lot of questions that were asked by the paparazzi but we never answered them. Daniel opened the car door for me and he walked to the other side. He started the car quickly and drove out from the restaurant "That was crazy" "Welcome to New York , the fact that 7 Gold Lifes always take their attention adding you the Princess of UK hanging out with me" He chuckled

Rachel raised a brow. “Daniel,” he said. “I’m an intern at your dad’s company.” “How did you even get here? I didn’t send you an invitation.” “Came with a friend,” he explained, and she nodded. “I should probably leave you girls alone and head downstairs,” he smiled awkwardly. Chloe smiled at him. “Thank you, Daniel.” He hesitated for a second, then left the room. Barely seconds after he’d left, Rachel turned to Chloe. “Oh my god, you totally have a crush on him.”

“Juno!” I blinked as Daniel emerged from the crowd, his familiar smile grounding me instantly. He pulled me into a quick hug, smelling faintly of cologne and coffee. “You don’t age a day,” he said warmly, pulling back to study me like I was some kind of miracle. I gave him a small smile, adjusting the strap of my bag. “You flatter me.” “You deserve it.” He winked, then glanced toward the ice. “They’re just finishing up the group shots. Rhett’s been… cooperative enough.”

“Oh, actually…“ I say, looking up at the clock and pushing my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m definitely going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Daniel says, rising from our sofa. “Here, I’ll help you.” He follows Colin back to the coffee counter. I start to pack up my bag, intent on catching the next trolly, when I notice Daniel’s phone vibrating on the table, a call coming in. When the number disappears, Daniel’s home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I try to puzzle it out, the phone rings again – the same number. On impulse, I

Jessica said coquettishly. After the call disconnected, Daniel stared at the dark screen of his phone, looking thoughtful. After a moment, he continued walking toward the house. Ever since George's death, Daniel's mother, Rachel Lambert, was the only one living in this enormous house. Daniel had been busy managing Winston Group over the past three years, and Rachel hadn't interfered at all. She spent her days gardening and meditating. It was her birthday today, but she wasn't having a grand celebration. She only called Daniel and asked him whether he was returning for dinner.