Dash X Danny Novels & Stories

Laura said, clearly not amused with the testosterone flooding the room. A slow, malevolent smile spread across Danny's face. Xy fought hard to stay in control of his features. He wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction of getting to him. “You know, you talk a big talk, but really, how do you think you’re any better than I am?” Danny sneered. Xy guffawed. “Let me count the ways.” Danny was slowly shaking his head. “It isn’t like you were any better than I was at keeping her reined in. Where is she now, hot shot?”

He nods, and stands back up again. “Fair enough, I’ve seen your aunt at work. I understand why you don’t get told the details.” Danny gets a twinkle in his eye, “And I might be new here, but I’m not telling you anything your mother wouldn’t want me to.” He sighs and nods looking disappointed, “But maybe, I can tell you some of the things my brother and I have gotten up to, but no gore.” Danny looks happier, and Ash puts a hand on his shoulder,

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

he laughed and just as he did Ryan’s stomach growled and rumbled. “ you didn’t!” I laughed covering my mouth “ didn’t what?” He winked laughing at Ryan who’s running out of the kitchen holding his butt. “ That's evil.” I giggled looking over to Alex’s food “ Oh I know boss was apart of it but I’d rather live then fuck with his food” he said raising his arms in surrender Laughing I see Alex looking at me with a smile on his face. “ what?” I mumbled looking away “ nothing I just love seeing you laughing again” he sighed placing a hand on my leg

Dannie replied. Anastasia looked at Dannie, and he wiped away her tears, giving her a quick kiss. "But what if you're not a match for Adah either?" Anastasia asked. "Trust me, we will be a match," Dannie assured her, planting another quick kiss on her lips. The doctor cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "Let's test you, Mr...?" "Dannie," Dannie replied, opting not to disclose his last name to avoid any complications since the doctor didn't seem to recognize him.

Xara glanced at James and seated herself. “A-Are you General Highsmith?” Xara’s eyes gleamed. Daniel looked at James. James laughed. “Xara, his name’s Danny. He’s not a general.” “H-He’s right.” Daniel quickly nodded in agreement. “Miss… Xara, was it? I’m not a general. My name’s Daniel… Sorry, Danny. I just resemble Daniel.” He stumbled over his words. Hearing this, Zara let loose a hearty laugh.

Dash said in Fawn's defense. "Don't give me that crap." Danny said. He glared at Fawn. He opened his mouth to say something but Dash beat him to it. "Come on, Fawn. You know he's better looking than me." Now Dash was defending Danny. Wilson shook his head. He had a very good idea where this was going. Danny didn't. "Haha! I'm glad you know." He beamed. Fawn quickly shut him up. "Shut up! That he said so doesn't make it true."

She smiled. There was a bottle of wine on the table. Darnell pooped it open and poured some of its contents into two glasses that a server had brought over. “Red Ash,” he said as he placed one glass on Sasha’s side of the table. “I formulated the ingredients myself.” Sasha inhaled the wine’s fruity smell before putting the glass to her lips. “This is amazing,” she complimented as she tasted the wine. “Thank you,” Darnell replied confidently.

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

The company runs, the world outside continues, and yet they remain deeply present in this house. Zavian appears mid-morning with tea and a plate of the mild crackers that still help when the nausea lingers. He sets them down, studies the finished necklace, and smiles. “Global Asena,” he teases gently. “Bernard is going to need a bigger shipping label drawer.” I laugh. The sound feels easy. “It’s only a few international orders.” “It’s more than that. It’s you building something that belongs entirely to you.”