Danny Silver Novels & Stories

At least that's how Silver put it when she explained her plan. "Trust me there's no way Damien's gonna be ok with you hooking up with Georgia's brother" Silver starts as she drives us to school, "I mean what guy wouldn't have something to say?" "Damien Allen" I answer, "he doesn't care about me Sil-" "See I don't think that's true, I think he cares and he just doesn't know how to admit it" "Wanna know what he said when I told him about tonight?" She nods and I relive the conversation

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She looks up. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "What did you do." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It is not a question. She already knows something is happening. Silver reads rooms the way I read sheet music, instinctively and ahead of the beat. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "My dad is in town," I say, unwinding my scarf with one hand. "He is a sports therapist. Olympic level. He has worked with half the national teams in the country and he is going to look at your knee today."

I continued. Then I went on to give Mr. Silver details of how I had almost fallen victim of Donald’s antics, which was the reason he ran away from Paris for years, and by the time I was done, Mr. Silver was stony with fury. “That bastard,” he stated. “He is teaming up with someone close to you, Mr. Silver,” I told him, and then I waited for a few seconds for him to digest what I just said, and to also prepare him for the bombshell I was about to drop. “He is allying with your wife, Mr. Silver,” I informed him.

“No problem, be on the lookout if anyone tries to disrespect you again. Not in my fucking diner,” “How did you do that?” I ask, looking at him curiously. I know Danny is not that old, yet he’s not that young either. How could he scare off half a dozen young men with toned muscles and silver guns strapped to them? “Bastards like them pretending to be hunters ain’t no threat to me,” Danny shrugs, and I just look at him. “Now get back to work,” He says, patting my shoulder, stepping past me and clearing his throat but I follow him with my gaze.

I had people for that, so why would I manage a bigger corporation? “I don't mind.” I said, and he stood, stretching out his hand. “May I have this dance, Miss Silver West?” ….. Daniel~ It was surreal. That was the only word that came close to describing what was happening. Silver West was standing on his feet. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, her body close enough that he could feel the warmth of her through layers of fabric. Every breath she took brushed against him, every small shift of her weight sent sparks racing up his nerves.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

A woman with a broken spiral tattooed across her throat. “No,” Dalen spat. “She brings delay. We don’t need silence. We need answers. And if she won’t give them” A quiet ripple through the bloomlight silenced the rest of his sentence. They all turned. Siran had moved. Just a hand. Just a shift in posture. But it was enough. The spiral beneath her pulsed once, glowing faintly in response. And the wind, which had been still, whispered one word none of them could quite catch but all of them remembered differently.

Jake asked in the same tone. "How much can you pay for... Oh wait, who's this beautiful lady here?" that man asked. "Eva. Eva Silver", I forwarded my hand with an awkward smile. "Silver?" he raised a brow and looked at Jake and Jake gave a nod. I was standing still waiting for a handshake. "I'm sorry. I'm Gavin. Gavin Smith", he shook my hand. My small hand barely held his large hand. "Honey, who's that?" I heard a feminine voice from inside. Before any of us responded the source of that feminine voice came to the door. She had hazel eyes and a pale skin tone. She is short and beside Gavin she is little.

"I feel like you’re trying to intimidate a witness. Let’s look at the facts, Vane. The man who took the Silver Moonstone didn't use a drill. He didn't use explosives. He ripped the vault door off its hinges like it was made of wet cardboard." She pointed to the photo in her file—a grainy still of a massive, shadowy figure with eyes that reflected the camera's infrared light like a wolf’s. "That’s not human," she said firmly. "I’ve seen state-of-the-art tech, and I’ve seen bodybuilders on every steroid known to man. Nobody does that. Who is he?" Cillian turned his back to her, walking to the window. He looked out at the city, his hands clasped behind his back. "His name is Julian Blackwood. H