Daniel Seavey Why Don't We Novels & Stories

“We still have another two days before Silver Moon arrive.” “I know but I don’t want you out there possibly getting injured or worse while we have no idea what this fucker’s next move is.” Daniel reasoned, moving to sit in his desk chair. “Oh come on!” Eva was incredulous, her hands resting on her hips as she glared at her mate. “This is crazy!” “No it isn’t. You were shot.” Daniel raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re off patrol.” “Daniel!” “Eva. I’m not arguing about this.”

"I do not have parties, and I do not use my family's money to get what I want. I take care of the people I care about. I take care of my sports team. I take care of my husband." Daniel looked a little surprised. His eyes got bigger. He looked at Sebastian, then back at me. He was getting angry. "You think you are safe just because you have a special connection with him," he said to me in a low voice. He was talking bad about me because he was scared I would replace him. He confided in the Devereux because he was so jealous of us. "You are just temporary. You will not be forever."

“And you’re still not countering?” “No.” Daniel shook his head slightly. “They’re testing the human variable.” “Yes.” “And if more follow?” Ethan’s gaze remained steady. “Then we discover who we truly are.” — At the community center, Ava noticed the subtle weight again. “Loss?” she asked quietly. “Yes.” “Important?” “Yes.” She nodded slowly. “Are you angry?” “No.” “Why not?” “Because people should pursue their own growth.” She studied him carefully. “That sounds generous.” “It’s strategic.”

Loyal to Sebastian for over two decades. Or so they believed. Rowan’s voice dropped, cold and lethal. “Daniel.” The man removed his mask slowly. His expression wasn’t aggressive. It was resolved. “It’s not personal,” Daniel said calmly. “Then what is it?” Rowan demanded. Daniel’s gaze flicked briefly to Amara’s stomach. “Containment.” Ice flooded her veins. Sebastian stepped forward slightly. “You overstep.” Daniel’s lips curved faintly. “With respect, sir… you hesitated.”

Aunt Marge continued. Celine could feel the hurt in her voice. But why? “Aunt Marge, I never doubted Daniel’s character. I know he only wanted a simple life. That is his dream. No one is doubting him” Celine tried to console Daniel’s mother. “When rumours of his divorce surfaced, a lot of people speculated about his intentions. I’m sure he wouldn’t say anything, but it affected him” “No one can talk to him except for business. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t show emotions anymore” Celine could detect the concern in Aunt Marge’s face and voice.

“I’m not in the mood for this, Iz. I can’t watch your performance today. I’m sorry.” She stares at me with disbelief but doesn’t get a chance to argue back before Daniel slings his arm around my shoulder, pulling me away from the conversation. “So, Evelyn’s your Hawaiian stepsister, huh? Much more charming than I’d imagined, Seb.” Is this a sick joke? Does everyone want to fuck her? Cooly, I state, “Stay away from her, Daniel. I’m serious.” Daniel shrugs my threat off. “Do you consider her a real sister already, bro?”

What does he mean by ‘we were’? “Did you say ‘we’ or am I just crazy?” I laugh. “No, I said we. Ms. Price really wants to meet you.” He smiles. “Oh okay. When are we going?” I nod, eating a chip. “Oh, no. We aren’t going. Not anymore” Daniel shakes his head. “Why not?” I ask, finishing my sandwich. ‘’Babe, you’re playing right?” He smiles at me. “No, I’m serious. Do we have other plans or something?” I grab my pillow, hugging it.

What does he mean by ‘we were’? “Did you say ‘we’ or am I just crazy?” I laugh. “No, I said we. Ms. Price really wants to meet you.” He smiles. “Oh okay. When are we going?” I nod, eating a chip. “Oh, no. We aren’t going. Not anymore” Daniel shakes his head. “Why not?” I ask, finishing my sandwich. ‘’Babe, you’re playing right?” He smiles at me. “No, I’m serious. Do we have other plans or something?” I grab my pillow, hugging it.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here... There's nothing to be afraid of." Savannah did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Sean, mind your attitude. Am I a bad guy? Did I bully your wife?" Sean frowned. "I just want you to know my attitude." Savannah kept a straight face on purpose. "What's your attitude then?" Sean pulled Daisy to sit down. "I don't want children! I won't break up with Daisy for that reason. It's not easy for me to get her back, and I love her. Don't push me with the reason that I'm your eldest son."

“But seriously Dan, why didn't you go with them?“ That question comes out of nowhere, for likely no exact reason. Daniel squints his eyes at me, looking weird at my face. I know I'm going off the trail a bit, maybe going crazy, but my mind isn't exactly in a sane, conscious place, nor is my heart, that has a lot of emotions swinging through it. “I don't think that's the right question to ask” he notes, popping the vein in my head. “I know” I groan, holding onto my forehead “I just want to rant off a bit” I confess, halting once more at a spot. Breathing off loudly, I take a fall, plumating on the sofa below me. Softly I get to grease my palm over my forehead, breaking the built up tension, l