Danny Ric Novels & Stories

Paul was only giving her that kind of eyes, and she removed it immediately because she wanted to wipe those tears away even though she knew that it was wrong. "Why don't we interfere with them? I really wanted to say something through a nanny, and I think they would understand because she was now talking to my father," Danny asked as he looked at him so carefully because Stan was wearing that glare inwardly. Danny swallowed and furrowed his eyebrows as he scrutinized his face while the rays of the sunlight bounded through the crystalized windows. He gasped silently in his place as he realized that it was the one with the business proposal of a food bucket website that they gladly declined al

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

She couldn't tell. "You're right," he said quietly. "I'm not a typical sound engineer." "Then what are you?" Silence. The hallway felt smaller. The flickering light buzzed overhead like it was listening. "I'm someone who used to have money," Danny said. "A lot of it. Family money. I walked away because I hated what it was doing to me. Hated who I was becoming." He paused. Swallowed. "I kept some things. The watch. A few shirts. Enough savings to start over somewhere nobody knew my name. That's it. That's the whole story."

All eyes darted to him, and any chuckling had disappeared when the six-foot-two lineman made his presence known. "Nothing." Danny mumbled, as his best friend sat across from us. Rhys's tray hit the table with a clang, letting everyone know he wasn't in the mood for their shit talk. He kicked one leg under the table and sat on the bench at an angle, turned inward to the rest of the guys. "I'm not gay." Danny said pointedly as Rhys put his bag down on the bench beside him.

These were the exact words his sister had said to him. So, they were together to kill him? Ricky’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And not just you. I want Damon Greyson, Chen Dankworth, Shawn Hansley, and Greg Kingston—everyone dead." Dean’s pupils constricted slightly. "But they’re major figures in your world." Ricky scoffed, his tone thick with hatred. "So what? Do you have any idea what they did to my parents?"

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you

“State your terms.” Ricci laughs a rich one that grates at my fucking nerves. “What makes you think I’m willing to negotiate?” he answers menacingly. “I have Dante fucking D’Angelo and his bitch wife. Ain’t no way I’m letting either of you go. Your first mistake was walking in here.”

I don't know, " Danny answered in a dull tone, while he used his fore and middle finger to massage the side of his head. His head was throbbing from having to deal with all the bad memories of his childhood he had buried deep in the recess of his mind. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

He said as he tried to control his breath. Hearing that, I put aside my bat that has been dyed red with his blood. I took a chair and sit in front of him, waiting for him to speak. "M-My real n-name is D-Danny. I-I'm not Chi-Chinese, I'm British. I-I came he-here to s-seek job un-until she found me." He pauses to catch his breath once again, blood drips down from his chin to his pants. I nod and ask him who 'she' is. But he stopped, his body slightly trembles as I ask him once again who she is. It seems she is someone who he fears more than respect.