Daniel Radcliffe Instagram Novels & Stories

Daniel walked closer to us gently, and I ran to assist him. “Daniel, why did you get out of bed? You’re still recovering from surgery,” I scolded him. But his eyes were fixed on Mr. Richard. “Pinch me, Anna. I’m dreaming. Isn’t this Mr. Richard, the richest man in America? What is he doing here and with you?” He walked closer to Mr. Richard, beaming with smiles. “Sir, I'm your biggest fan. I have so many of your magazines,” Daniel said, extending his hand for a handshake with Mr. Richard.

Miranda answered her cousin's question with a scream " I think he meant the singer Ruby the Cannary .she went to your hospital about ten weeks ago .I was meaning to ask you if you had met her cause I am a big fan of her" "guilty ha ha" Daniel said with a forced smile while cursing in his head and wishing this table would burn to ashes. "man you are lucky ,she is too hot " zara's brother Carol commented with an indecent tone that made Daniel angry. He glared at him and that made Carol regret what he said. "I have finished my dinner and I will take my leave" Daniel said in a disgusted tone .

" Ah, I see you've done real good for yourself," Daniel said, bumping into Zac at the gym. He looked different from how he used to be. More stylish and more built. He seemed to be living the good life. " Yeah, I signed up at this sugar baby agency and got lucky with a rich sugar mummy. She's sexy, and she looks way younger than she claims to be. Bruh, I'm living the life," he bragged. " Good for you; at least you didn't end up with a broken heart." Daniel hinted.

His fingers gripped the podium and he forced a chuckle "It seems we've got a technical error here" A man in the crowd raised his hand "Is that you, Mr. West?" Daniel strengthened and immediately masked his shock with a smile "Of course not. This is fabricated. Someone is trying to ruin my reputation" Before he could continue, the footage shifted. "Marriage is shit. I like eating new pussies everyday" "How many of them slut have you fucked so far?" "Six in two days. You should trust me, I know my ways around sluts" Daniel's voice boomed followed by laughter from his companions on the club.

One of those songs that understood you too well. I was halfway through scrolling mindlessly on my phone when I saw it. A headline. SUTHERLAND EMPIRE EXPANDS: DANIEL SUTHERLAND TO BREAK GROUND IN MIDDLESBROUGH And below it, a photo. He was standing at the site. In a dark suit. Holding a silver hardhat. Smiling for the camera. But it wasn’t the press smile. It was my Daniel. The smile he wore when he used to cook for me while I was still recovering. The one I hadn’t seen since before everything fell apart.

Care ordered. “Nah, come and see this.” Clary grabbed her arms and showed the front cover. It’s Daniel’s next movie announcement. His bright gorgeous face is everywhere on the magazine pages. Care blinked at it without a reply. “Aren’t you excited about this?” Clary raised an eyebrow.

He greeted them in a friendly manner and passed by them toward where I was standing with Linda; we were both quiet. "Hey Lin," he waved at them, but Linda grabbed him and hugged him forcefully. "Hey, you! Hope you’re having a good day!. Oh uh- I was just looking through your Stangram and not gonna lie, you’re looking fine.” She snapped while still holding him. “What are you talking about?” Asked Daniel, perplexed. “I can open one for you and get you a lot of followers in no time! Hey, Any lunch plans tomorrow? Thought I could swing by and we could eat together!”

Someone with a key. So I scroll. Read. Try to make sense of everything that’s happened. Then I see him. A news clip from earlier today. Daniel leaving Sterling Tower. Reporters cluster. Cameras flash in his face. He looks exhausted. Hollow. Like he hasn’t slept in days. “Mr. Sterling, do you regret the merger proposal?” someone shouts. Daniel keeps walking. His security guard clears a path through the crowd. Another reporter pushes forward. “What about your relationship with Lydia Crane? Did you know she was committing fraud?”

Grumbling, he slumped down on to the sofa and flicked on the TV. Clare made her living as an artist. Her boyfriend Daniel was an artist as well — probably a better one than she, but about as commercial as an electric blanket in Death Valley. They had met at art school, getting together almost as soon as they started their course, and had been together ever since. Clare had been captivated by Daniel’s brilliance, his originality, his imagination, which was as evident in him as it was in his pictures. And he also had a great body, well-muscled and lithe, usually clothed in black; he had dark, wildly curling hair and pale grey-blue eyes like those of a timber wolf . .. She sometimes thought tha