Danny Reagan Novels & Stories

IN THE YEAR 1982, Regan was on his way home, he had just finished his military training after having been missing for three months. He was carrying his duffle bag as he enter the gate. Regan was smiling broadly and very eager to see his sister and his parent. When he opened the door, he was stunned to see the chaotic state of their house. He dropped his duffle bag and ran inside to find his family. His hand trembled when he saw his father and mother lying in the living room. The floor was covered with blood, and his father was lifeless. "D-dad?!, Wake up!" He scream and little by little his tears flowed. "Don't scare me like this!."

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

Mya chuckled and said, “So what if he can be a monarch? Everyone knows that Reagan isn’t married and doesn’t have children. He’s almost fifty years old now. Can we still count on him to bear offspring?” Adrian stopped walking for a moment upon hearing Mya’s remark. Mya hastily turned to look at him and asked, “What is it?” Adrian said, “In truth, Reagan has two children—a son and a daughter. His son was murdered during his rivalry with the current monarch, and so was his wife.” “So you’re saying that Reagan still has a daughter?” Adrian nodded solemnly. Mya was astonished. She looked at Adrian with wide eyes, overwhelmed by immense shock.

“You really are the most competent young man I’ve ever seen in my life. If you hadn’t gotten married, I would have introduced my daughter to you.” Damon curled his lips. “Your daughter’s rumored to be rather brilliant herself. I think she’ll set her eyes on higher standards,” he deflected politely. “Hahaha! Damn it, Damon. What a waste. If only I had someone like you as my son-in-law! I would never need to worry about the future anymore!” … The two men engaged in some pleasantries before Mr. Reagan left. He was so satisfied that he immediately ordered his people to transfer the deposit to the Godfrey Group.

"It doesn't matter, my beautiful. What matters is that it's something true for both of you and that he treats you with respect and care, of course." "I missed you so much." "I missed you too. You know, I think I had heard about this Ryan guy before." "Really?" "Well, I think most people in this country must have heard about him. It seems he's involved in a lot of business." During the rest of lunch, I told him more about the Nathan I knew. Besides, he was going to have to come up with an explanation for my father about his lie when he went to Dallas. He was in hot water, and I enjoyed imagining him getting nervous in front of my father.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

Turns out they match on this online dating app and Danny doesn't buy the fact that Sabastian could be The Sabastian Gonzales despite him already telling Danny that he is, --in Saga opinion this reminds him of how Reena act when Danny told her he was gay - in which he got a glare from his friend. When they finally met, Danny said something stupid about how there is no way Sabastian Gonzales is actually here and he start making a joke about where's the camera, party's over and whatnot, and in his defense which Saga qoute, I was nervous and he was fucking hot what the fuck am I suppose to do? He left and that upset me because I thought by now he understand my cynical joke. The conversation help

They truly looked like the twins they are even with the obvious differences. While Reagan’s hair is snow white and short and his skin a beautiful olive tone, Damian has longer, wavy nape-length dark hair and his skin, a light tanned tone. They contrasted very clearly to Rune with his flawless pale skin and shoulder length black with white streak that runs down the length of his hair. “You’re finally here, moonbeam.” Reagan grins once he was within reach. His enticing musk and earthy scent mingles with the air and I breath a good amount of it at his close proximity, catching his bright gaze.

Or maybe it would because thankfully, Dawn was returning today. “So what do you intend to do to him?” I asked without a preamble. He hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to sit when I spoke up and Ryan chuckled because then, Zade had accidentally hung in the air mid-sitting. “Who?” He asked in confusion and I rubbed my face in frustration before responding simply with; “Reagan.”

I asked Dolphus another question but the smile instantly left his face. “Is that a personal question? I’m sorry, it’s fine if you don’t want to reply,” I quickly countered when I saw that he was now looking downcast. Is there some kind of story behind it? “No it’s not, it’s fine. Reagan and I had a sibling,” Dolphus answered after a few minutes. “Reagan had a sibling? Really? How come no one about that piece of information? Is the werewolf a male or a female?” I asked excitedly, but instantly calmed down when I saw the frown on Dolphus' voice.