Daniel The Cooler Daniel Novels & Stories

I was not supposed to be noticing him. His name was Daniel, according to the senior bellhop who'd shown me the ropes. Daniel had been working here for three years. He moved through the chaotic lobby with a lazy, predatory grace that made my stomach flip. He wasn't overly tall, but he was built, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the uniform stretching taut across his chest and thighs in a way that should have been illegal. His dark hair was perpetually a little tousled, as if he'd just run his hands through it, and his eyes were the color of storm clouds, sharp and knowing.

Each time that passes, I fail to expand my mind on the historical and cultural heritage of my kind. I rounded up my me-time and headed off to the court. And like I said, my best friend, Susa, and her few other girls are sitting on the bleachers, screaming the name of our academy's Justin Bieber. "Daniel Shawn, man.". Daniel is a handsome, proud, and egoist werewolf who has nothing to do aside from getting turned on by the constant screaming of the girls at the academy. Did I mention that he's dating my twin sister? Ava and him are an item.

“Hello Auntie, good evening.” “Daniel, you have the final say. Is Russell revealing too much?” I caught another glance from Daniel. I noticed his gaze fixed on me, and it dawned on me that he recognized Ryker and seemed to appreciate my choice of attire. Daniel is quite the ladies’ man, with a preference for attractive women like Kuya. However, it’s worth noting that Daniel possesses a contemporary sense of style. “Well?” I asked, and my eyebrows arched in curiosity. His gaze lingers on me as if undressing me with his eyes.

There was still nothing coming from Jack’s safe corner. Daniel let himself catch some air before standing back up. He stretched, trying to seem all chilled and casual. He looked up at Jack and zipped up his coveralls. “Happy?” XXX

It would be a lie if he said that he wasn’t jealous seeing the relationship between his kids and Chris. “Babies, look what I have bought for you…” Daniel lowered his voice and spoke with a smile, so that he didn’t scare them. “We are not babies.” Chris Jnr crossed his arms as he spoke in a serious tone “I am Christian Walter, and this is my sister Emma Walter.” “Alright Christian and Emma, it is…” Daniel laughed softly as he looked at his two adorable kids, his eyes filling with gentleness “Come, here….” Daniel extended the packages in his hands “These are all for you.”

Today is a very important day, affecting the future happiness of two people - one of them, the manager of the inner city of the large Wright X Group, whose background is difficult to assess, the outside makes people want to drool – the great demon Daniel. The bright sun rose up high, Daniel sat in a long car with a curtain emitting cold air, his black pupils were surprisingly silent looking at the scene, causing the driver to freeze and shrink his neck. because of the cold air. Even so, it was not possible to make Daniel's burning inner heart come down at all.

His scent immediately fills my nose and I almost faint at how amazing it smells. “Wow, you guys look amazing” Daniel says wearing a white button down shirt, his letter jacket (in case you don’t know what this is, it’s a jacket that football players wear that has their names and numbers etc. on it) and some black jeans. “And you smell strong” Kylie says waving her hand to try and freshen the air. “I’m almost ready” Daniel says walking over to his mirror to fix his hair a bit. “I’ll wait downstairs” Kylie says walking out and I lay down on my stomach, playing on my phone.

He came rushing at me, luckily, Daniel was able to swoop in just in time to stop him eom doing something crazy. "Would both of yous stop fighting?!" He spoke inbetween gritted teeth. Daniel was a very quiet man from the days i knew him. He didn't like any kind of trouble, and always had a calm expression. "You too need to chill out!" He pushed both of us back, staring at us in a very weird manner. He was giving us warning glances before he moved on going to seat on the couch.

Min’s blood turned to ice. He shot upright from the bed as if he’d been electrocuted, his heart seizing in his chest. He spun around, his eyes wide with terror, to see Daniel standing in the doorway of the master bedroom. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be in Bali, or Bora Bora, or some other equally exotic and inaccessible location. But here he was, looking like some dark god of the sea. He was dressed in a simple, black athletic t-shirt that clung to the powerful muscles of his chest and shoulders, and low-slung grey sweatpants that did little to hide the formidable bulge at his crotch.

I looked up. “You look like you’re about to perform self-surgery with a blunt butter knife.” Daniel Kohn stood in front of me. A smile immediately tugged at my lips. Daniel was wearing his crisp white student lab coat over a simple blue button-down shirt. He was the exact opposite of Dominic Reid. Where Dominic was all sharp angles, dark shadows, and suffocating tension— Daniel was warmth. Safety. Comfort. He had kind brown eyes that crinkled when he smiled. A gentle demeanor.