Danny Stories Novels & Stories

His name is Danny; he's Nina's boy. Even though I'm shocked and scared, I manage to get in their direction and help them into the flat; I place uncle David on my only armchair and check on his wounds. It looks awful, but thankfully it's not fatal. One good thing the clan taught me was to take care of wounds and not panic at the sight of blood. My uncle gives me a tiny smile when I'm taking care of him, and Danny is looking at me with tears in his eyes, scared and tired.

Danny smiled, but didn't move. Behind him, the mystery guest revealed themselves. "Hey guys," Alex said, coming in and smiling as she saw the spent form of Sally on the bed. "Good lord y'all, what did you do to her?" "Danny gave her some of that good dick," Dane said, causing her to grin.

I remain in doors for a while, too ashamed to go out into the world, and besides that, I was almost always crying, surviving on ice cream and peanut butter straight from the jar. “Oh sweet lord, why do I have to suffer this?” Danny complained loudly, I pay her no mind as I continue the series I started few days ago, Honey said distracting my mind worked, she didn’t explain that it worked too well, the only other thing I did asides sleeping and crying was watch TV.

Danny says, devouring a plate of seared scallops. My brows furrow. "Uh, are we talking about the same man? I'd say that was a little more than 'agitated'. Danny shrugs. "It is when you've seen him hold a gun to a baby's head." I'm sorry...what? I blink in shock. "I...I don't even want to know the story about that one," I murmur, shaking my head. I'll just assume that was after I was abducted and he was running out of options.

She just tugged me into the house impatiently and said, "It's Christmas, so stop sulking. Mom just made an offhand remark. Why are you getting upset over it? Just hurry up and come in!" I sighed and carefully placed the huge bag of beans at the door. Danny was playing with some Lego bricks on the couch. While Katie excused herself to go to the toilet, I went over to Danny and picked him up. Then, I asked, "Danny, I heard that you put a stamp on Aunt Katie the other day. Is that true?" Danny was just six years old, but he understood me. He blinked innocently at me and asked naively, "What stamp, Uncle Jasper?"

Danny complained, slamming the door of his locker shut, making the students around him wince at the loud sound. "Ladies and gentleman, we have a sore loser!" Raven snorted, gesturing to Danny lazily with one hand whilst one perusing through her bag for her tattered history book. She was sure she put it in there somewhere. "Speaking of sore, how's your wrist feeling after that loss, Danny boy?" Aaron teased, ruffling Danny's hair to which he whined. As soft-hearted as Danny could be, there was one thing that he hated truly and that was losing. So, during movie night with his friends yesterday, losing to an arm wrestle with both Aaron and Justin was something that irked hi. It irked him a lot.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

"My name's Danny. I worked for Sal. For years. We were watching them. The Vincenzos. The De Lucas. All of them." Alex sat on a crate across from him. "Watching them for who?" Danny looked up. His eyes were the color of rust, the pupils too large, like he hadn't slept in days. "For ourselves. For the people who got crushed under them. The ones who disappeared. The ones who ended up in the river." He gestured to the papers. "We kept records. Names. Dates. Places. Everything they thought they buried." Alex picked up one of the photographs. It was old, the edges soft, the colors faded. A man, young, his arm around a woman who was laughing at something off camera. He didn't recognize the faces.

The waiter served them red wine in tall elegant glasses. While they sipped the wine, and waited for their meals to arrive, they began to discuss, talking about their personal life, and what they do for a living. Danny told her that he worked for a real estate company, and that his company was imvolved in the construction of a lot of residential buildings in the boroughs of Brooklyn, Manhattan and Queens. Their meals were served ten minutes later. While they ate, they began to talk about arts. Danny impressed her with his knowledge of arts. One of the first things he did when Wayne first gave him Wolfgang’s case to handle, was to do some research into the arts world, so that he would be famil

I swallowed hard, staring at the fire as if it could distract me. “You okay?” he whispered, close to my ear. I nearly jumped. “Yeah. Just listening.” His eyes lingered on me for a second, like he was trying to read my thoughts, then he turned back to the flames. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. When the stories ended, most kids started heading back to their cabins. Daniel and I didn’t move right away. We stayed a little longer, watching the embers crackle and pop.