Daniel Sheehan Book Novels & Stories

Daniel looked at the woman’s cold demeanor and hate-filled eyes, his chest now writhing in pain. “Yes, I’m going back on my word. What are you going to do about that?” “How could you be so shameless?!” Heather yelled. “I wouldn’t mind being a little more shameless if it means getting you back by my side. All of my shamelessness and courtesy only exist because of you.” Daniel had said that in such a serious manner that she would actually believe him had she not suffered from pain and agony by his hands.

Before anyone said more, a shadow stopped at their table—quiet, but meant to be noticed. Daniel. He didn’t bother with a greeting. Just set a folder down with tidy precision. “I assume you’ve seen the news,” Daniel said. His voice was even, almost bored, but the urgency bled through. Selena didn’t smile, not really. But there was something in her face—dry amusement, maybe. “Yeah. Pretty hard to miss.” Daniel didn’t blink. His glance slid to her tablet. “So you get it. This isn’t damage control anymore.”

At six, Daniel found her in the library with the folder open and untouched tea beside her. “You are reading the same paragraph again,” he said. Leah blinked. “Am I?” “Yes.” She looked down. Diana Cole: deceased; remembered publicly for elegance, discretion, and limited appearances before her death. Yes. She had read that sentence too many times. Daniel came to stand beside the table. “Enough for tonight.” “I don’t know enough.” “You will not know enough by Friday.” “That is comforting.” “It is true.” “Again, your comforting and true are terrible neighbors.”

Daniel sorted, reclassified while Eleanor dusted the bookcases in question and reshelved the newly Deweyed books in proper order. Sometimes they talked as they worked: Eleanor learned about Daniel’s childhood in Canada, the source of his imperviousness to New England winters, and Eleanor confessed her frustration with her lack of ambition. She wanted, in theory, to do more than work in a bookstore but was so happy, most of the time, with him that she couldn’t bring herself to make any sort of profound change. “Contentment can be the enemy,” Daniel agreed and he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “But don’t worry. Life, death, or an act of God will eventually intervene. Enjoy the

Liam coughed harshly as he fell to the ground while Zane let out a sigh. “I have to say I've never seen you and Daniel fight before, it's always Daniel and I. So what did Daniel do this time?" Daniel rolled his eyes. “I thought you didn't care about what was going on?" Zane smiled. “I don't but I'm in the mood for gossip" Daniel sighed. “He's mad because Heather finally got to see his true colors" Daniel glared at him. “You know for a fact that I didn't mean what I said" Liam scoffed.

Secretary Daniel called at Heath. Liam laughed in amusement, while Heath grew even more irritated. The two of them were indeed called Young Lord… but their social strata were still vastly different. This reminded Heath of his own weakness, not having enough strength to protect his sister from these monsters. But when Daniel was about to take over Heath's place of supporting Liam's body, Liam refused. "No need. Let my brother-in-law help me," said the man. Heath narrowed his eyes the same way Harriet did, and Liam smiled mischievously at him.

Daniel asked in disbelief. "I didn't mainly give him the book but I gave him the information we found. I told him we could get rid of him if we burnt the book." She explains. "What are you saying? It doesn't make any sense.." Daniel drawled pacing around the room staring up at the ceiling. "Back in OHIO, when we were about boarding the plane, remember I excused myself to the public convenience?" She asked and we all nods our head, mainly I and Daniel. "I met him at the public convenience. Because I really didn't like Janice I did not hesitate to give him the information he needed." She mumble the last part under her breathe.

What secrets could he possibly be hiding now? Lena had seen Daniel open the drawer once before, late one night when he thought she was asleep. The memory was hazy, but she distinctly remembered him retrieving a key hidden within one of his prized books on the top shelf. With trembling hands, Lena began scanning the rows of leather-bound volumes, each title meticulously chosen to reflect Daniel’s cultivated image—a man of sophistication, intellect, and taste. But now, Lena knew it was all a facade.

"You're sick. Why aren't you with Leah?" The moment I mentioned Leah, Daniel's expression twisted into one of utmost disgust. "Don't mention that disgusting woman!" I arched a brow and jeered, "What? Wasn't she the love of your life? You don't love her anymore?" Daniel's voice turned cold. "Enough, Rosalie. Don't mock me. I read the whole document you sent me. I even found out more. Besides sleeping around, Leah had two abortions in those five years abroad. She racked up gambling debts in Los Virtas. And she even did drugs."

Daniele reveals this to David when he arrives to pick up the finished products the following day. However, Daniele is perplexed by her continued quiet after discovering that she was secretly sneering at her all the time. Daniele ruminates, "I know you have something against me, Shaina. However, I have to be patient with you because you are one of my younger, close relatives and you need a place to stay immediately.” In the back of her mind, Daniele reasoned, "I'm still doing m,y best to be decent and kind to Shaina while I give her hilarious jokes and wonderful stories, but Shaina always responds differently and surprises me."