Danny Wheeler Novels & Stories

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the moonlit snowy landscape, while the cool mountain air seeped through subtle gaps, creating sharp contrasts with the blazing heat. Victoria Hale, a 26-year-old American tech heiress with porcelain skin, long platinum blonde hair, and a toned, curvaceous figure, stood by the fireplace in nothing but a silk robe. The heat licked at her front while the chill from the windows raised goosebumps along her back. She had come for a private getaway after closing a major deal. She found something far more consuming. The heavy door opened. Damien “D-Train” Brooks, the world-famous Black NFL superstar and business mogul, stepped inside. Towering at 6’10” with a powerful

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

She described further, and I pretended not to listen to her. “You like him, don’t you?” she teased. “Hell no!” In a loud tone I disagree. “So you do know who I’m talking about,” she smiles. “Come on, tell me. What’s his name?” “Daniel. Daniel carter,” “THE Daniel Carter?” She threw a flip, emphasizing on THE like that will make me know who he is. “Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,”

Danner claims no, he says I'm a loner and never really liked many people around. To be honest, I'm starting to distrust Danner. His stories mean little. I don't feel like a loner, on the contrary, I need more company than from him alone. He gets out of the bath and chooses one of his expensive outfits in the walk-in closet. Danner seems very wealthy, we stay in the most expensive hotels and enjoy the most sophisticated facilities. When I asked him how much he earns, he explained that he owns a very thriving auto retail and repair shop with branches in all major cities in America. He currently has an interim director who manages everything while helping me recover. On his phone, he pointed me

“Remi, call me Wyatt. I didn’t come here for an apology. I came here for you. Before you say you have plans, I done talked to Jade, Jackson, Amelia and I might’ve spoke to your grandma as well. I wanted to take you somewhere.” “Where to? Am I even dressed right for this spontaneous occasion?” I giggled covering my shock at the lengths he went to, just to get me to go with him. I would’ve gone willingly, I’ve missed him. “Yeah. Just fair warning, we’re riding a four-wheeler since you can’t shift yet.” Great. This is all I needed—I just hope I have shifter healing abilities already. “Okay. Where exactly are we going?” “It’s a surprise. I won’t go crazy on the four-wheeler, just hold onto me an

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

he said while rubbing the back of his head. “Alpha?” I asked curiously. “Shut up and go back to work,” Dash said as he was about to push me away. However, Dane intervened and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him back to his seat. “Don’t touch her,” Dane commanded. “You shouldn’t be alpha. You’ve become weak since Selena passed!” Dash angrily threw his glass on the floor, causing it to shatter. “What makes this girl so special? I thought you said she was underage.”