Daniel Seavey Why Don't We Novels & Stories

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out into the lobby. “Don’t take on too much at once,” Stanley advised as they walked toward the exit. “You just had surgery, Daniel. Pace yourself.” Daniel gave him a faint smile. “I’ll try. No promises.” As they drove, Stanley glanced at Daniel, his expression cautious but curious. “So, are you going to take another DNA test with Ethan?” Daniel stared out the window, his jaw tightening slightly. “No, I’m not,” he replied firmly. Stanley raised an eyebrow. “Why not? Wouldn’t it clear things up for good?”

Dave sighs, "Better yet, you should've come to us, I could've talked to Brit about it." "You're right. I'm sorry." Seb says, which surprised all of us. Ordinarily, Seb will jump at Dave's throat for saying something like that. But I guess he really has seen how careless he had been. "You're right. I should've gotten that proof first. I can't yet figure out how to go about it, though. All of us are silent for a while, thinking. But no ideas come.

He asked and all of them nodded without thinking twice. " I will never be happy with this kind of company. They did it on Ashley, there's a possibility that they can do it again on us. So im not going to regret it. " Sean spoken. " But it will also be the end of our journey as professional players. You are well aware of it." Danielle said further.

Before she could continue— Daniel suddenly stepped forward. “Sylvie, wait.” Sylvie looked at him. Her expression didn’t change. “What?” Daniel hesitated. His voice softened. “Can we talk?” Sylvie raised an eyebrow. “About what?” Daniel stepped closer. “About us.” Vanessa’s eyes widened. “Daniel!” But he ignored her. Sylvie let out a small laugh. “There is no ‘us.’” Daniel shook his head. “There was.” Sylvie’s gaze turned colder.

He stepped forward, and in a solemn tone of voice, he said, "It's okay. Since they've never cared about us anyway, from now onwards, there's no need for us to be associated with them." Daniel looked at Sean and thought, 'My eldest son has always been calm and considerate of every situation. Perhaps what he said was right. Maybe I really have done nothing wrong.' "That's right. We don't need to take any orders from anyone anymore. We were wronged for the longest time ever." Daniel's eyes became firm. "In the future, I will not ever let my wife and children be looked down upon again." 'If we had not defended ourselves the way we did, it would be a waste for all the effort Nicole has put in,' h

But it’s going to work! “I can’t believe this is how I’m spending my Saturday,” Daniel murmurs as Jerome turns the car off in the nearly-empty parking lot of a very, very crappy bar. “You know that we could just go have brunch, right? Somewhere nice?” “I bet they can rustle up some brunch here,” I say from the back seat, leaning forward to pat Daniel on the shoulder. “At least some peanuts,” Jerome adds, glancing at me and laughing a little. “Seriously, why are we here?” Daniel asks, frowning at us. Because while we told him pretty much everything else…we kept this one a secret.

Daniel leans forward. “You’re thinking about leaving.” It’s not a question. I don’t answer immediately. But my silence is enough. “That would solve a lot of problems,” I say quietly. Daniel shakes his head. “No.” “It would.” “Selene wins if you leave.” “This isn’t about winning.” “It is for her.” Before I can respond, another voice appears behind us. “And it’s not happening.” Ethan. Daniel glances toward the door. “Well.” “Speak of the CEO.”

They were staring at something intentional, like a plan drawn up long before anyone ever dared to get curious. One major thing still bothered Selena, she had not been able to get a while with Ava. It’s been 1 week since they just met and one week since she heard of her and she was worried. Daniel had been to her place a couple of times and he mentioned it was as quiet as a graveyard. She was really bothered.

He knew that they would just give him half-hearted advice and urge for a drinking session instead. And that was how this situation came to be. Leaning against the backrest of the sofa, Daniel massaged his forehead. "You know I'm going out with Sisley, right?" Chuckling, Evangeline propped her chin against her palm, elbow resting on the table. "And?" Controlling his temper, Daniel answered in a soft yet forceful voice, "And . . . I . . . I don't know what to do . . . ," he said, followed by a helpless sigh.

I asked, hopefully. Daniel stared at his drink for a moment longer than necessary, before downing the whole can in slow gulps. When two minutes passed without a word from him, I suspected he wasn’t thinking about how to answer me, he was just stalling. “Why not?” I asked again. Maybe this was one of those ‘secrets’ he was keeping because of Lucia. One of the secrets Reggie knew but I didn’t. “We better go check on the car,” he said as if he’d just remembered he had a car in the first place.