Daniel X David Novels & Stories

But I felt the seat beside me shift, and when I reluctantly turned, there he was, sitting close. "What, again? Can't you see I'm busy?" I snapped, my anger seeping through, though his smile remained unchanged. "By the way, I didn't introduce myself when you accidentally spilled your drink on me. I'm Drake. Mind telling me why you keep coming here, drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" His question fueled my anger. I looked away, hoping my silence would make him leave. "Hello," he persisted, but I kept drinking, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

Damien was In Front of his dressing mirror, buttoning up his shirt. He was getting ready for the battle and he was no doubt scared as hell. He was going to be meeting Ariel , he was going to be fighting his mate, it was going to be like tearing a piece of his soul. He just prayed and hoped that he wouldn't come face to face with her at all throughout the entire battle. As he raised his head up he saw Alex standing In Front of his door staring at him.

Xara glanced at James and seated herself. “A-Are you General Highsmith?” Xara’s eyes gleamed. Daniel looked at James. James laughed. “Xara, his name’s Danny. He’s not a general.” “H-He’s right.” Daniel quickly nodded in agreement. “Miss… Xara, was it? I’m not a general. My name’s Daniel… Sorry, Danny. I just resemble Daniel.” He stumbled over his words. Hearing this, Zara let loose a hearty laugh.

“someone got his groove back which means he got to talk to his boyfriend last night” “shut up” Andre shoves him “did you call yours to come save you from Evan next week yet?” Daniel looks away, and Andre immediately says “nope, what’s that look for? you were all giggles yesterday.” “Xaden doesn’t want to be like…together. publicly that is.” “why?” Daniel sighs “because apparently some of the other first years are giving him shit that he’s only getting attention from the coach because he's the captains play thing’

I then addressed Xena, who was still struggling. "When I sponsored you, your identification clearly stated that your parents were deceased. "So how exactly are you going to have your father kill us?" Xena was stunned by my question, but I had already guessed the truth. Xena must be related to David, and most likely, they were father and daughter! Otherwise, this series of absurd events could not be explained. I fixed my gaze on David, who was standing in the corner. "Dad, do you have any clues about Xena’s father?"

, Daniel's voice was soft but his pain was making her sad too. "My Father's name was Xavier Aaron Miller. He was the first son of the family. He had two younger brothers. His First Brother was EZEKIEL MILLER. You already have met him. He is one of the elders of Miller and the last son of the family was TRISTAN MILLER", Daniel spoke and She was listening to him silently.

So I could do this now. Daniel aka Carnage stalks me and then when he finally makes his move he reveals he wants me to help him figure out who is framing him , basically. Then David wouldn’t talk over the phone and comes to see me nearly an hour away to tell me to make sure it lands on them, that they were murdering politicians. His mood is off. Was there a connection between David and Daniel ?

Xavier couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. His mind was racing. He was unsettled by the mere thought of what could happen if their plan went wrong, and it was already going wrong. His strongest female warriors - his sister, Layla and his girlfriend, Rhea were angry with him. His Beta, Jimin was a little bit disappointed in him, and the only person he could turn to for advise was dead already, a second time. As much as he hated to admit it, Dan Damon was still very important to him. Yes, he was an awful dad and wasn’t the best at communicating with his children but when it came to ruthlessness, he was the best at it. In situations like this when on a normal basis, emotion would get the

His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet. “My King,” he bowed slightly, then glanced at the wound. “You’re injured.” “I’ll live,” Alexandro said coldly, his voice sharp as steel. “Find out who sent him.” Daniel nodded, face grim. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll start immediately.” As Daniel left with the guards to handle the body, I found myself staring after him, but my mind was elsewhere. Spinning. Spinning. Who would try to kill me today of all days? Who wanted to stop this marriage so desperately? Was it someone from my tribe? One of Alexandro’s enemies? Or something