Danny Silk Books Novels & Stories

'So you are sleeping with one, then," Kayla said and Leon was about to answer when he looked up to meet Evan's cold eyes and paused. "Look, I will call you later. Let's have this conversation later," Leon said and Ended the call abruptly. Kayla snorted at this, thinking he was running away now she had hit the nail on the head and continued book shopping. Kayla strolled around for a bit before noticing that Hyacinth’s snow was on display. This book has been out for a year and it seemed to still be quite popular to still be on display. She had heard a lot about this book and now she was considering this project based on this book; she decided to take a look and see what it was about.

They both were a force of nature, beautiful and deadly. Once more Dannie’s world shifted and she blinked several times to realize what she was looking at — the black book. Dannie felt heavy, sluggish. Thoughts came slowly if they came at all. She looked up and around herself, recognizing the familiar room. Dannie was in the infirmary. Was she still dreaming? Dannie looked back at the book and peeled the gray cloth back, revealing the black leather cover.

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, like Tangled Life, I am also planning to apply another of my books CEO BOYFRIEND FOR RENT, just maybe, you might like to read it, when it's signed Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly

One of Danny's first reading loves was in the horror genre, devouring Poe, King, Herbert and others as a child, and he has recently developed a side line in writing horror shorts for the author and compiler, Samie Sands, which he enjoys very much. Danny now lives in France, and his book, A Tale of Aquitaine, is part auto fiction, part fantasy, and about his life there caring for a disabled child. He is now working on a forthcoming novel entitled, Lala's Non-stop Erotic Cabaret, a story of sex, murder, and insanity..

He was watching me. "You're not even reading," Silas murmured, his voice like smoke curling around my senses. I glanced up, forcing a smirk. "And you’re not supposed to be here." He shut the door behind him, the soft click sounding final. "Neither are you." Silence stretched between us, thick and taut. He leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, expression unreadable. But his eyes—those eyes—burned through me. I set the book aside. "You’re reckless."

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign

Who the hell does this self absorbed bastard think he is, coming in here and yelling at her staff like a manic? "What do you think you're doing? Yelling at my customers? Are you insane?" Daisy asked, her voice calm but filled with venom. She walked towards him, her hands on her hips. As much as she was upset, she didn't want to turn this into a screaming contest or alarm her customers. Rune finally focused on her, his eyes blazing. “Danielle?” Daisy scoffed, the asshole doesn't even know her name! “Perfect. Where is she? I know she's been here. I need to talk to Thea, now!"

“You can’t silence what’s alive, Sira. You can’t cage awakening.” Sira raised her staff high. The runes in the floor flared blue, cutting across Krishna’s path like lines of cold fire. “Then I will seal it. Whatever this infection is, it will not consume the last sanctuary of this world.” And then the Citadel screamed. It was not sound but vibration, a deep, seismic pulse that rippled through the stones. The blue light shattered, twisting into white. Sira stumbled, her staff flickering out. Vhar caught the edge of his seat as the runes went wild, crawling up the walls like living veins of light.

“He will ruin you, Lana.” Just as her fingers grazed the pen, the door burst open. Two security guards spilled in pushed aside by one furious man. Dominic. His chest heaved. His knuckles were red. And in his hand A worn folder. He threw it onto the table with a thud. “Founding documents,” he said darkly. “Signed by my father. Naming me as equal heir to Silken Group.” Lana’s breath caught. Malcolm went rigid. And Dominic’s gaze didn’t waver.

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.