Danny Ric Novels & Stories

Only twice have we gotten personal: one being my shit-ass-drunk confession about my sister-in-law, the other was when Danny broke up with Dick-face. I’ve only ever seen Danny with one guy and that was last summer. He was a dick-face—professional-shirted dick-face with long sleeves and a tie even in the heat. Dressing down for him was taking off his suit jacket and leaving it in his car. The car was another problem, a sissy-assed Prius. I didn’t like him. Liked him even less when I found out he was a defense attorney. Not that Danny told me this. I saw his ad on television in the middle of a baseball game, with his big white teeth offering to help you with your DUI or personal injury case. Ye

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

Danny asked nonchalantly. “Lala Preston.”

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

Danny said as he looks at Rara who sit beside her mother . " Aunt , I want to ask for your permission . Since I had meet Rara after years looking for her . I want to engaged with her after my military training ended in next week and I want to marry her once she reach twenty years old . Aunt you don't have to worry . Every six months I gained about six to eight millions dollar from my share and my parents share in my grandfather company . I had few share to in few companies too and I had a small pharmacy company under my name too . It gives me fifty to a hundreds thousands a month . Give me five years and I will get back uncle's company and Ra's share . For the engagement I will give my three

she stands up and extends her hand to Dave, who is being dragged along by the hurricane named Mary. "So..." Niels gets my attention. "What are you drinking?" "I think a gin and tonic. But I admit I'm not a hundred percent sure." "Who would've thought, Collins," he smiles. "Don't judge me." "It's not that. It's just that you always had a prim and proper look." "And you don't?" "Not for those closest to me." "Alright." That reminded me of why he and Ryan were friends. "I'm still curious about why you decided to leave Ryan's."

His voice was terrifyingly level, devoid of the tremor that usually defined him. Ote’s face drained of colour. The cigarette fell from his lips, hissing as it hit a puddle. “What… what recording?” “The one in my office,” Danny said, stepping closer. “The one where you laughed about my father’s brakes. The one where you bragged about the f*e you got for turning a café into a slaughterhouse. You sat across from me in that precinct, pretending to be the hero and painting me as some kind of homicidal maniac, while you had my parents’ blood under your fingernails.”

She watched as Jake took out a photo from his bag and passed it to her. Her brows furrowed immediately. It was a picture of a guy, he looked like he was in his early twenties. He looked way too familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen him before. “Who’s he?” She questioned. “It’s unfortunate you don’t recognize him.” Kira clicked her tongue. “He’s Danny.” Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Danny? Oh my God! Where is he now? Did anything happen to him?” Kira smirked. “Not yet.”

Seth called out as Alex walked over to stand beside him. Alex looked over at Danny, who was leaning against the passenger side door of the F-250. He was wearing a Mossy Oak camo hat and a black tank top. Perhaps a bit too light for April, but he never cared. In fact, it was the sort of outfit he seemed to wear all year round. “Where’ve you been today?” Alex asked Danny. Danny just rested himself against the truck door casually with his hands hanging in his pockets. There was no way he had been sick earlier. “Oh you know,” he began with a grin. “Couldn’t afford to come to school today.”