Daniel The Cooler Daniel Novels & Stories

“Still scared of me. After all these years.” “I am not scared of you.” “Then open the door.” Eli took a breath. He unlocked the door. He opened it. Daniel was standing in the hallway, smiling. He looked older than Eli remembered, harder. His eyes were cold. “There you are,” Daniel said. “My famous little brother.” “What do you want?” “Money. Same as always.” Daniel stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “I know you have been busy with the playoffs. I know you have been busy with your mentor.”

Daniel After Lea left my room, I sat on my bed feeling conflicted. I never imagined that Lea would turn out like that. In the two years we were together, Lea was sweet and gentle with me. The Lea I saw today was a stranger to me. “I warned you before, Daniel. I told you Lea was not that simple. She wasn’t being real with you before. The woman is a gold digger. And she proved me right with her behaviour today. Didn't you see how she reacted when you told her you could leave everything behind and go live a peaceful life with her? All she wants is your money and position, nothing else.” Cole was blunt and that hurt.

"Well, you certainly nailed it with these, Daniel. How did you know they're my favorite?" He shrugged playfully. "I have my ways of knowing things, Jess. It's a secret power of mine." I rolled my eyes, a playful banter forming between us. "Oh really? So, what else can you tell me about yourself, all-knowing Daniel?" He smirked, leaning back on his elbows. "Well, besides being a master of snacks, I also happen to be an expert sandcastle builder. Prepare to be amazed." I raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. "I'll believe it when I see it, Mr. Sandcastle Expert."

Cayden glared at Daniel once more as Daniel was still laughing at him and then he turned to me and said, “Yes.” “But it’s not very exciting.” He added with an aggressive tone, returning his attention back to the thick mud that was glued to his skin. “What’s up with you, General?” Andrea asked Cayden, finding his behavior funny. But then it was Daniel who answered. Daniel laughed again and then he pointed at Cayden, still chortling. “With his streak of awesomeness down the Rift, your handsome General landed directly into a pooping hole.” Daniel said, chortling even harder now.

Next to the food sat a bucket of ice cradling my favorite sparkling berry cider. I stood frozen in the doorway, my backpack slipping off my shoulder and thudding against the floor. Daniel stepped out from the kitchen. He wasn't wearing his usual crisp corporate suit. He had on a soft, dark-grey cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and dark jeans. He looked tired, lines of exhaustion visible around his eyes, but the moment he looked at me, a soft, vulnerable expression crossed his handsome face. "You're home," Daniel said softly, his deep voice filling the quiet room.

the quintessential scent of American summer. Daniel was waiting by the entrance, leaning against a railing with his hands shoved into the pockets of a clean pair of jeans. He had ditched the hoodies for a well fitted white t-shirt that made his tan look deeper and his shoulders look impossibly broad. When his eyes found me, the hard line of his jaw softened instantly.

Daniel was playing team fight tactics with his friends online, his cursing was heard all the way around the apartment because the duo stayed all alone in their love nest. The man was heavily inspired by animes and mangas, which justified his attire having nezuku chan on his pyjamas and some hentai on his grey shirt. Now you will ask me here, what did even Kayla like about him? The answer is Daniel's expertise in where to use the words, the man was good at choosing it but never abused his skills which made her swoon over him like crazy. "Fuck! No, no you can't defeat me like this."

"Colton will take care of it, and her, I know my son he's his father incarnate. Though I think Daniel got a little more of the sweet, and a little less of the gruff." "Colton's a good boy, I'm sure he'll do right by our girl...now...GORGEOUS." We started jumping up and down like two toddlers at Disney On Ice, big grins on our faces. "What are you two hens cackling about now?" Daniel sauntered into the room in his chinos and a nice silk tee. His hair was still wet from his shower, and he'd splashed on his special after shave. Dirty dog, he knows what that particular scent does to me, so I can see where he expected the day to go. Thank you citizens of Washington state, for making weed legal. O

REBEL The coffee shop is alive with its usual rhythm – steady murmurs of conversation, the hiss of steamed milk, and the comforting scent of coffee mingling with pastries. Daniel sits across from me, completely at ease, his ever-present grin crinkling the corners of his eyes. He's pitching something absurd: a vacation. "You're smiling," he says, leaning forward like he's got me figured out. "So, does that mean you're picturing us lounging on some beach without a single assassin in sight?"

“Daniel will see you now.” No turning back. I stepped inside, smoothing my sweaty palms against my pants. Daniel slightly stood up, offering his hand with a warm smile. Until now I realized how tall he was-easily over six feet—with the kind of lean build that suggested he spent more time buried in research papers than at the gym. Yet, there was a quiet strength to him, the kind that came from standing for hours over lab benches and hauling heavy equipment without complaint.