Danny Wheeler Novels & Stories

Damn those heels. @Death Wish

He challenged, his gray eyes icing everywhere around. Dana swallowed but she said nothing and sipped her wine. "She is going to ruin the plan." She told him. "He seems very determined. He seems not to care." "You're too impatient. That's your damned problem, Dana." He said dropping his cutlery down carefully. "I am Denver Fucking Williams. I get what I want. Now what I want is to solely reap from the billions that Todd O'Connor will make me. I have a binding contract. What else do I need?"

Donovan clenched his jaw, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, as he drove through the dimly lit streets. Anger churned within him, a tempestuous storm fuelled by a volatile mix of frustration and concern. He had intervened just in time, thwarting Reuben's sinister intentions.

"With Danny also being the CEO of Williams Chemicals, one of the most influential networks in the industry, this engagement is nothing short of a power move. A love story straight out of a fairy tale and a business empire's dream." The camera panned to the grand venue to show the perfect decorations while flashing glimpses of the city's elite as they arrived in style and luxury. Donna, a rising Hollywood actress with a massive fan following was at the center of it all and she glowed under the spotlight. It was the perfect match, they were the perfect couple. At least, that's what the world was made to believe. But beneath the flashing cameras and polished headlines, Danny couldn't stop feeli

taking another deep breath i slowly release it and walm down the stairs, The guy i now know is named Skyler watch's me as i descend the stairs before coming over to me as i reach the bottom. He holds out his hand and i graciously taking it "I'm Skyler, and might i say you look fucking delicious in those pants" i blush slightly not really knowing what to say other then to say thank you and introduce myself "I'm Harper and uh thanks" i give him a soft smile and walk past Nixon ignoring him completely.

Only twice have we gotten personal: one being my shit-ass-drunk confession about my sister-in-law, the other was when Danny broke up with Dick-face. I've only ever seen Danny with one guy and that was last summer. He was a dick-faceprofessional-shirted dick-face with long sleeves and a tie even in the heat. Dressing down for him was taking off his suit jacket and leaving it in his car. The car was another problem, a sissy-assed Prius. I didn't like him. Liked him even less when I found out he was a defense attorney. Not that Danny told me this. I saw his ad on television in the middle of a baseball game, with his big white teeth offering to help you with your DUI or personal injury case. Yea

After that he rarely appeared in public. After the death of Peter Walters, Dannie was automatically the heir to all of the Walters family's wealth. It's just that, because Dannie was only 18 years old and was deemed not capable enough to manage the company, for a time, Peter's company was re-merged with the Walters holding company with his older brother, Sony Walters as the leader. However, it seems the world is not on Peter's side. Dannie also had an accident while on his way to attend a public introduction event. Until now, the poor man is still in a coma at the hospital.

*"What did you talk to my brother about? You didn't tell him anything did you?” “We were just talking about who our favorite athletes are, right George?” Alpha Darren gave George the code by pressing the backrest of his wheelchair. “He has bad taste.” George's reply made Diana unable to hold back her laughter. She laughed while covering her mouth. “You're right about your brother, his mouth is spicier than chili.” George gaped, “Diana, you have a heart.” Diana just shook her head and helped Alpha Darren put George onto the gurney.

Only twice have we gotten personal: one being my shit-ass-drunk confession about my sister-in-law, the other was when Danny broke up with Dick-face. I’ve only ever seen Danny with one guy and that was last summer. He was a dick-face—professional-shirted dick-face with long sleeves and a tie even in the heat. Dressing down for him was taking off his suit jacket and leaving it in his car. The car was another problem, a sissy-assed Prius. I didn’t like him. Liked him even less when I found out he was a defense attorney. Not that Danny told me this. I saw his ad on television in the middle of a baseball game, with his big white teeth offering to help you with your DUI or personal injury case. Ye