David X Daniel Lemon Novels & Stories

“We will play the devil at his own dark game…” “You called for me, Nathan?” Domenico said, raising an eyebrow as he entered my club. His eyes studied my expression for a bit, and looking around, he frowned when he saw that Alexander was sitting beside me. His eyes were fixed on the Lycan, glaring at him, before he looked down at his drink. “It has been a while since the two of us have had a drink without my father being around, hasn’t it?” Alexander asked Domenico, keeping his eye on his glass of wine “and this is, indeed, fine wine, Alpha Nathan”

He held his phone up, tapping the screen. "I’m just saying, the guy is compromised," Daniel announced loudly, his voice echoing off the metal lockers. "How can Carter lead us to a win when he's too busy tracking his step-sister all over town? Look at the timestamp on the truck photo. Friday night. He skipped the team dinner to go stand outside her boyfriend’s house like a freak.” “And guess what, he actually dated her before, the dude doesn't just give up.” "Shut your mouth, Hayes," Leo growled, slamming his locker door shut so hard the metal rattled. He stepped forward, towering over Daniel, his chest heaving with anger. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

At all. But, then again, I wrote it off. Called it nothing. A mistake even, if I remember correctly. I rub a hand down my face, lean back against the cold steel of the treadmill, and stare at the ceiling like it might give me an answer. It doesn't. "Damon," Kingsley prods. I exhale. "His name’s Daniel. He’s a corporate lawyer. Divorced. Got two girls. She met him on one of her shopping runs, and they kept in touch. Clearly."

in a tone that left no room for argument. Liam jolted as if shocked, his nerves still frayed from the recent chaos. Without a word, he hastily followed Danial, with Letty trailing behind him. The assistant watched them go, her gaze lingering on Danial. There was something about him—something more than just the fire trick. She made a mental note to keep an eye on him, then left the building to catch up with Luna.

"Daniel wanted a reaction from you. You didn’t give him one. That’s strength." I bit my inner cheek. He was correct. But all the same , he was watching me too closely for comfort, assessing me like he always assessed everyone else, as if I were a piece of chess that he had to understand it's place on the board. "How do you know Daniel so well?" I asked. Leon took a slow sip of his drink. "We move in the same circles. Our companies compete. We’ve clashed more than once." "And now you married his ex-wife," I said dryly.

Daniel brushed off his bleak past like a pesky fly. Damon scrubbed a hand over his two days’ worth of stubble. He had a feeling what they were about to do would either be the best time of their lives or shit was about to hit the fan. Damon pulled up a stool, popped the top to a beer, and took a swig. “So, what’s all this about?” he asked pointing at the food on the counter. Daniel smiled. “Glad you asked.”

“I don’t know how to explain it to you either. I just don’t know what to say.” “Sigh... alright,” David exhaled, pretending to be resigned. “But I’m still a little doubtful,” Luna added. “Doubtful?” “Yes, I’m still unsure if this Daniel guy is really serious, or if he’s just tricking me.” “I think he’s serious. But if you don’t believe it, we’ll find out in three days.” “Alright. I guess that’s how it has to be.” After a short while, they both left the Eastern Star Restaurant.

But before I could say anything, Daisy stopped me and winked at me, telling me to ignore them. "What part of 'a small issue' did you not understand?" replied Daisy sounding like a Mother. Clearly, she was Responsible among the triplets. They were like a team. Daniel was the most Representable and the kind-of-a-leader guy; Daisy, a 'Mother' and the brains, and Dylan, The muscular and The perfect driver. “Oh it is that particular “small issue '' '' Daniel replied quoting. ‘Now I feel embarrassed’ I thought. I dozed off, and after a few minutes, I was woken up by their loud debates. I kept my eyes closed even though I was awake.

David asked. “Are you really only 21 years old?” Leeman did not answer David, but instead, asked a question. “Yeah, I’m going to be 22 soon,” David replied. “Haha, good! Thompson gave me such a huge present!” Leeman guffawed and said.

They had been assigned to the same group project in September and had spent three weekends working on it together, and somewhere in the second weekend, surrounded by primary sources and cold tea, Leo had understood. Daniel was funny, Leo said. Not performing funny, not the kind that required an audience, but the kind that surfaced unexpectedly in quiet moments and was better for being unexpected. He was careful about things. He had an older sister who was studying medicine, and he wanted to study history, and their shared history teacher had told him he should consider academia, which he was thinking about.