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"How was Earth?" Daniel asked as Haldir sat down at the long wooden table across from Damien. Daniel was also from Earth, but many years in the future. Traveling back in time to save Rosemary, he made a name for himself as a terrible villain after cruelly taking his kingdom and destroying anyone who threatened his family. Settling into the hard-wooden bench, Haldir smirked as he glanced to Daniel. "Quite a fucking mess as usual.” Drumming his fingers on the table as he smirked back to Haldir, Daniel shrugged. "I guess things don't change very much. Do they?”

Despite his drenched appearance, he looked more ruthless than tired. Without responding to Ryan, Daniel entered a makeshift tent and grabbed a water bottle. He tilted it back, taking a deep drink to quench his thirst. As the last drops of water left the bottle, droplets trickled down his neck onto his wet clothes. Daniel's voice had regained some strength. "Bex and David are both alive," he declared. Ryan was taken aback. "Is that true?" Daniel’s dark eyes were intense, and the scar on his face, resembling a mark left by flames, gave him a somewhat sinister look.

I recount the things I know about Daniel. His last name is Ansdell, like Richard Ansdell, an English painter and printmaker. Is he a descendant of him? Is he from an English family? I don't think so. His accent is not British at all. I also know that he loves to cook, and he does it very well. Ah! Of course I am aware of how dedicated he is when it comes to training. As I was saying, such a perfect body was not just a product of genetics, but of hard and constant work.

Jake prods Daniel with his beer bottle and receives two fingers on one hand and one on the other as a response. “You’re riding dangerously close to a Hunter free existence. Then we’ll see which dude is crying into his Hagen Das. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero. has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picks up a beer, mock throws his hair back like a woman and flutters his eyelashes.

However, Daniel was so engrossed with whatever boring things the engineers told him to pay attention to me. When he finished, he looked at me with a satisfied smile, " That was exhilarating," " Indeed," I forced a smile, my stomach churning just to think about our ride earlier. " Your pack is lovely," he said. " Yes," Daniel came from a large and well-known pack in France, just less impressive than ours. " Where to next?" Killian asked as we went to the parking space. " Waterfalls," Daniel smiled, holding up the pack map. Oh, goddess, save me. Waterfalls were another thing I didn't particularly enjoy.

DANIEL Daniel strolled to the full length mirror fixated to the wall of his room right next to the door. He studied his outfit properly,opting to address a black cap or a white cap on his long sleeved white shirt dazzling the sky blue color of his jeans with his spotless pair of white converse.

Just cracked open a few inches. Steam rolled out. I knew I should keep walking. Instead I stepped closer and looked through the gap. Daniel stood under the spray with his back to me. Water ran down his broad shoulders and over the curve of his ass. His body was solid from years of construction work and weekend gym sessions. Thick thighs. Strong back. When he turned sideways to rinse his chest I saw his cock. Even soft it hung heavy between his legs. Thick and long with a slight curve. My mouth went dry. My own dick got rock hard in my shorts. I could not look away. He soaped up his chest and his hand slid lower. He wrapped his fingers around himself and gave one slow stroke. Then another. Hi

Daniel was certainly decent-looking, but saying he was more handsome than most actors felt like an exaggeration. “Have you seen him?” “No,” Jane said, shaking her head. “I heard he’s ruthless, decisive, and terrifyingly efficient. And because he’s never been involved in any scandals or messy relationships, people gave him a nickname. The Ice-Cold Devil. With a personality like that, who would dare mess with him? That’s why, after all these years, not a single clear photo of him has ever leaked. At most, there are only a few blurry ones.” The more Nina heard, the less it matched her impression of Daniel. He was hardly intimidating enough to be anyone’s idea of an Ice-Cold Devil.

She wore a dark green top and blue denims with a white lab coat over them and her smile was not a single bit pleasant. Daniel on the other had been an ex-soldier with a lot of visible scars on his body. He was in his mid forty’s and had short salt and pepper hair cropped to an inch of his skull. He had larger muscles and liked to wear T-shirts and cargo pants, just as he was doing now. He was also almost always armed to the teeth. “My, Daniel.” Alexandra spoke with a pronounced accent that seemed false, like she was pretending to be someone she was not. “Where do you hide all the lookers? I’m tempted to steal this one.”

Clare’s body shuddered, but she was grateful for something so cool in the midst of all the heat that they were generating. Now they writhed on the floor in a puddle of ice. Daniel clutched up a handful of it, eager not to waste any sensation. The top of Clare’s dress was rolled down out of the way and he made straight for her nipples. Tracing delicately around the hardening, rose-pink tips until the ice was barely big enough to hold anymore and instead he massaged one breast fully in each cold palm while the slivers of ice became cold water that mingled with her sweat. Clare’s back arched upwards, pushing out her firm breasts for more, searching for Daniel’s lips and tongue. But he was sitti