Had A Bad Day By Daniel Powter Novels & Stories

“Nothing yet. But it’s Sunday, so…we’ll see if it hits the nightly news, or maybe tomorrow. Don’t look so glum, man. Rapists should die a horrible death. And I won’t apologize for saying that.” Daniel listened to the freshly ground coffee poured into the French press. If focused, he could hear almost every flake fall. They all could. But you tune that stuff out most of the time. You have to. But on a day like today when he needed something to ground himself, sounds like that was helpful to keep him not thinking about her. It wasn’t doing the trick. He exhaled and called over, “I don’t feel bad about what I did. Not that, anyway.”

DANIEL In the early hours of the morning,Daniel had strolled for a walk down the street. Usually,he would hang his camera around the neck and wear a countenance that defined optimism but this day was different. In fact,it started on a bad note. He was burdened. He and his friends had only one day left to exit their apartment,he also lost his job,Idris is still furious at him and seemingly disappeared yesterday,Kayode was busy looking out for apartments they could afford. He understood all this misfortunes were his fault which was why he had called Zoey severally. In hope for her to help but when none of those calls came through,he concluded it was time to let go. She had moved on and he had

“Technically, you’re raw. You haven’t been roasted yet.” Pavan stopped chewing and glared. “Seriously? I’m having an emotional moment here!” Danial chuckled and raised a hand. “Okay okay. But seriously—don’t use that power again unless you have full control.” Pavan scoffed. “Hell no! Did you see me out there? I was like Superman—” “—With a five-minute battery life and internal organ failure,” Danial interrupted. “Details,” Pavan said, waving dismissively. “Still looked cool.”

For all my billions, for all my power, I was reduced to this. ~Author’s Note This is the last POV from Daniel. Any thoughts? Did he deserve what happened to him? Let me know!

I sardonically muttered, realizing that he had now helped all three of us in some way or another. "Yet two of the three seem to hate me so much. One's fucking my sister and the other killed my girlfriend. And yet, here the fuck I am," Daniel grumbled with a roll of his blue eyes that reminded me of Quinn, "I must be as insane as my father accuses." "If anyone's the definition of insane it's your old man," I muttered bitterly. Daniel smiled tightly, "A power-hungry asshole would be a more accurate term."

And I didn’t like that. I was going through a terrible heartbreak. I needed my friend to smile at me, not at that Eve girl. I shoved my hands into my pockets as I walked away from him, my jaw tightening slightly. “One month,” I muttered under my breath. “What the hell did I just sign up for?” Daniel. He's probably a jerk. That was the first thing I told myself every time I saw him on TV or during our matches. He's always standing two steps behind Ethan Harrison like a shadow that refuses to be cast.

My lack of response seemed to infuriate him further, and his voice grew louder, tinged with frustration and desperation. "DAMMIT ELEANOR! I can't help you if you don't talk to me! Please, just tell me what's wrong. I can't stand seeing you like this! It is fucking killing me. I am already troubled enough because the nobles just won't still as long as I have an assassin as my Queen. Then, you fainting. Now, this. Just talk to me!" Daniel raised his voice as he sat up, running his hand through his hair. His eyes looking so tired as if he could faint the next moment to never wake up.

But where was my bargaining partner? Daniel had come home last night after his “emergency meeting.” He’d looked through me, his face pale, his eyes focused on something miles away. He hadn’t asked about my day. He hadn’t gloated about his broadcast victory. He hadn’t mentioned starting the process to clear Liam’s name. He’d just poured three fingers of whiskey and stood at the window, staring down at the city lights as if they’d offended him. This morning was worse. He was a ghost in a tailored suit. He picked at his breakfast, his phone face-down on the table like a poisonous insect. Every time it vibrated, his jaw tightened.

Daniel only smokes whenever he was angry or stressed. "Those chicks pussies only suit you..not my kind..and whose pussy is better than valina? You know it better. Noone can compare to her sex like figure. If she can't satisfy me then no one can." he smirked at Tristan who smirked in return and shrugged. "She was a nice fuck, nothing more nothing less," Tristan said nonchalantly. Daniel shrugged and asked seriously, "What's the news?"

As I hold the door open for him, the bell above us chimes, letting the staff know someone has entered. "Finn Collins, you crazy mother fucker," I hear a deep voice say and I glance over to where Dave, one of the personal trainers, is standing. He is a tall, broad-shouldered man with thick arms and a deep voice. "What the hell are you doing here?" "My legs might be out of action, but I can still do arm day," he laughs, even though you can see the strain on his face from using the crutches and dragging his heavily cast-clad leg.