Daniel Webber The Dirt Novels & Stories

He whispers to someone to get out, and once I hear a door closing, he takes a deep breath. “Who?” - he asks “Okay, what do you got on Daniel?” - I ask “He is a corrupt son of a bitch, he has more money than intelligence, and he used to help dad to laundry money, and because of that he has some business that is doing not so well, he is on the board as you know and he has a lot of debt, that’s why he needs his daughter to be married to you” - Gabe says. I can’t help but let out a loud Fuck.

I asked him as I pulled out pizza boxes. "I hid it there because I don't want to hear your nagging," he replied. I continued nagging him about his dirtiness. How could a man be so dirty and lazy? "Aiyaaa!" Daniel screamed. "Just leave my things the way they are. What does it have to do with you? I love being dirty," he said as he stood up and left for the bedroom. "No wonder you have no wife or girlfriend yet," I said, screaming after him. Several minutes later,

The tires shrieked against the pavement, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel that choked the air. "Daniel Connor! Pull over the vehicle!" a voice boomed over a megaphone, but Daniel wasn't listening. He swung the Mustang around, the engine roaring like a wounded beast, and floored it toward the back exit of the park...a narrow, dirt trail that led down the opposite side of the hill. "Daniel, you are going to get in so much trouble!" I screamed as we bounced over the uneven ground, branches scraping against the sides of the car. "I am already in trouble, Ivory," he shouted over the roar of the wind. "The moment I chose you, I stepped out of their protected little circle. And if they want to

Just a tired candidate with mud on her boots and control in her bones. “She could be good,” Daniel said. “If they let her live long enough to be chosen.” “We will.” I looked at him. “That sounded personal.” “It is.” He paused. “I’m tired of cleaning up after men who call control tradition.” “So am I.” Rain slid from the edge of the tent between us. Daniel looked like he wanted to say something else. Then he chose not to. I respected that. Back at the clinic, the rogue ash report was waiting. Caleb had rushed the analysis.