Danny Wheeler Novels & Stories

While he waited for the ride, he settled into one of the leather chairs in the waiting area, scrolling through his messages. The repair shop was busy this morning. Several cars were already up on lifts, mechanics working underneath them. The sound of power tools echoed through the garage, drilling, grinding, the hiss of spray paint. At that exact moment, on the other side of the garage, a worker slid out from underneath a lifted truck! His name was Danny. He was in his late twenties, covered in oil stains on his dark blue work jumpsuit. He'd been replacing an oil filter on a Range Rover for the past forty minutes.

Danny yelled, "Darrell you’ve got to stop watching romantic comedies.” Affronted, Darrell sat back. Jogging his chin at Danny as he demanded, “Well, what do you watch?!” Without missing a beat, Danny dryly answered, “The Blacklist.” Darrell shook his head. “Of course you do.” Danny shrugged, “James Spader is a fucking genius,” taking a drink.

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Karl turned to Danielle, whose eyes were fixated to the left. He followed her line of vision and saw a man in a wheelchair exchanging pleasantries with others. The man was Teddy White, the White Company’s CEO.

DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish. Danny is a werewolf and is nominated to become the future king of werewolves world. Just like Daniel, he is also adored and desired by all of the girls, the perfect guy of their dreamlands but he chooses Jamima among them all to be his girlfriend. Something is going on between him and Daniel but only the two of them know about it. Danny is a nice and gentle guy but is the total opposite of it when it comes to something he wants

Looking up at him he smirks that evil smirk of his. “ don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He whispered, chuckling. Swiping a finger across my left cheek with his hand before turning around and walking away. Oh dear goddess this is going to kill me I groan to myself. Walking out to the car I hop into the passenger seat not waiting for them. “ hey I called shotgun??!” Creed pouted stomping his foot onto the ground standing in front of the truck “ No, I called shotgun!” Ryan yelled getting in Creed face pointing at him with his finger

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.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Standing with the group of guys, I respond, “I’m not flashy. I don’t need my car to be an extension of my penis. But if I did, it wouldn’t be just a GT. I would choose the Shelby GT350.” I notice Isaac looks stunned, Jackson smiles knowingly, while Tyler and James stare in shock. Forgetting I’m trying to be polite, I continue, “Yes, Isaac, I know my cars. I’m not some dim-witted bimbo trying to catch a man with a flashy car.” I pause quickly for a breath. “I know what a Gimlet is. I can change my own tires and oil, I know the difference between a V-6 and a V-8, I watch the NFL and MLB drafts, I follow sports, I drink whiskey, I drink beer, and although I have boobs and I don’t pee standing u