Novel & Cerita Danny Gamegrumps

“Boys, you can relax for a while. The you go back on playing. Okay?” “Yes, hyung.” The boys chorused. Oh, they are really cuties! Then they turn to us. “Hello again, Iyah-noona! Hello, Ayla-noona! I’m Danny, the drummer and a cousin of JD-hyung. Nice to meet you.” Danny introduced himself to Ayla-unnie. “Hello, Danny. Nice to meet you.” unnie said. “And I like your necklace, very fashionable.” She commented. “Thank you, noona.” Danny said with a smile.

"That would be nice." "Yeah?" he asked, grinning now, too. He didn’t have a dimple, but his laugh lines were contagious. He seemed kind. "I'm Rihanna." "Danny.” He held out his hand. She shook it and quickly let it go. "What do you do, Danny?" They both moved up as the line got shorter. "I'm a contractor. Foreman of a team of really good men. We build things," he smiled with comical pride. She gave him the smile he wanted. "That's really cool." And here I was going to drink coffee at home.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

Uytianco interjected, glaring at the two men. “We’re sorry, okay? Don’t talk as if you are not like us, Uytianco,” Mr. Ivanov teased. “Shut up, Ivanov,” Mr. Uytianco hissed. Gavin shook his head again as he watched the board of directors of the company who were also his father’s best of friends. His lips rose while watching them teasing each other as if they are still teenagers. They were even beaten by his friends who were also their children. He can already imagine what will happen to him and his friends when they grow old.

Again, I am accosted with images of his fingers playing with my folds delicately, and then striking my open core lightly, I shiver across his legs and shiver in the garage. “It seems none of these caught your attention, don’t be discouraged, there are more in the back.” I give him a hopeful smile, but what I am more hopeful about is the fact that he could be here and hopefully, he would blow off steam on my body. “Although, I don’t see him as someone who blows off his work just because a girl hovering around him went out with someone else.” Danny says as we walk into what I assume is the back. I roll my eyes, but it is true, I cannot ignore the fact that he takes his job seriously.

I cut in, my voice steadier than I felt, “what do you want?” He hesitated. That hesitation told me everything. “I heard things,” he said finally. My stomach dropped. “What things?” He looked uncomfortable now. “About Frank.” Of course. “What about him?” I asked. Danny’s gaze sharpened. “Is he playing you?” I stared at him, disbelief rushing in hot and fast. “Excuse me?” “He’s got a reputation,” Danny said, frustration creeping into his voice. “You know that. He doesn’t do anything serious. He doesn’t stick around.”

Danny caught me after the scrimmage, already unwrapping a granola bar, focusing like a man who has his priorities in order. 'A-minus,' he said. I stopped. 'She told you.' 'She told me immediately.' He took a bite. 'I like it. It's accurate.' 'I'm going to be a great assistant captain.' 'Obviously. That's what A-minus means. Almost perfect.' 'Danny.' 'I'm kidding.' He grinned. 'Mostly. Congrats, man. For real.' He held out the granola bar like a toast. I did not bite it, because I had standards, but I appreciated the gesture.

Danny pulled out a big brown envelope and I quickly swiped it from him before anyone in this parking lot might see. “What happened to your face?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Underneath his sunglasses, I could see bruises and cuts all over his face. Danny stifled a laugh and pulled his sunglasses down, revealing the full scale of his wounds. “Underground fighting ring,” he answered. “It’s a fun sport,”

I repeated my last question, my mind already reeling with different kinds of revenge I am going to take on the guy for leading him on. “Yes, you do. He's from the hockey team.” “How long have you guys been together? And what's his name?” “Why so many questions? Do you want to kidnap him? Because I am definitely not looking for trouble with Grimsombach or any of his friends.” Danny? How come I never knew any of his friends were gay?

He was so much smaller than me and Kylan, so easy to pick up and move around, and right now all I could think about was how good it would feel to have him grinding down on me, all hot and desperate, his little hole rubbing right against my dick until I lost it. I grabbed my phone and turned on some slow heavy R&B track with a deep bass that shook through the couch cushions. The beat filled the room while the rain kept hammering the windows outside. “C’mon, Danny. You picked the game. Don’t back out now or we’ll call you chicken forever. Just ride me like you mean it. Fifteen minutes. That’s all.” He sat there biting his lip for what felt like forever, his cheeks burning red, then he finally