Danny Ric Novels & Stories

He seemed worried. "Yeah it's just a small issue" I replied in a fainting voice. "Thank goddess. Okay, let's get you home" "Danny, Have you told the Principal that we are driving her home?" Daisy asked Daniel, who was sitting in the front seat with Dylan, while I was in the backseat with her. "Yeah, I told him, and please cut it off with Danny stuff, okay? It's embarrassing" "Oh C'mon, it's cute. Right Di"

Lila's POV As we walked back to the den, Danny was quiet, his expression thoughtful. I could tell he was processing everything that had just happened. "Thanks for coming to get me," I said, breaking the silence. Danny nodded. "Of course," he said. "I'm just sorry I didn't get there sooner." I shook my head. "It's not your fault," I said. "Ryker showed up just in time." Danny's eyes narrowed. "Ryker," he repeated. "I'm not sure what his motives are, but I don't trust him."

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

he said and Agatha nodded, watching him walk away. Danny was taking interviews, but no one matched his expectation, except one male candidate who was overqualified for the position. Danny checked his email for more CVs when his eyes were stuck upon a particular email id. He opened it and a gigantic smile appeared on his face. He picked up his phone and dialled Christian’s number. “What, fucker?” Christian gave a boring reaction as he walked to Rony’s place. “I’ve big news for you!” Danny said, and Christian stopped in his track.

The schedule for meeting clients is also hectic. Ricardo F Daniello, a young billionaire heir to the throne of wealth from Daniello Corp. The Daniello family's most influential company in New York and known all over the world. Currently, Daniello is the CEO of Daniello Corp, his family-owned company, and Owner of RFD Corp, a company founded privately by Ricardo.

Ricky says as he comes to stand next to me. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me close, to his side. "Good job, Mrs. Dannelly. I told you you could do it. All you had to do was believe in yourself. I believe you're ready for real action." he says, making my eyes widen in shock.

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

“Maybe. Got some shit to do.” Dane nods, glancing back at me. “Okay. See you later, then.” I don’t miss the way Richie knocks into Dane on the way out. “Are you okay?” I ask, reaching out for his shoulder. Dane grins. “Nothing I can’t take. Richie’s been checking me for years,” he says. His freshly showered scent hits me and I take in the sight of him. Dressed in his button-down and khakis like some high school gym teacher. His forearms glisten in the low light and his watch catches the overhead lights. “So I was thinking…”