Had A Bad Day By Daniel Powter Novels & Stories

Daniel drove to his favorite hotel and as soon as he stepped down from his car, he was surrounded by some press men who had sighted him and followed him "Sir, what do you have to say about your wife's betrayal?" "Why do you think she cheated on you?" Daniel paused and glared at them, "get the fuck outta my way" he snarled and they shivered at the look on his face, Daniel's face fell on the name crested on the shirt of one

"Tonight was a disaster. The bitch almost ruined everything at the dinner. Just stood there looking pathetic. But let’s not talk about her. I'm still thinking about Tuesday." My breath caught. I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. "You were incredible," Daniel chuckled, a low sound that turned my stomach inside out. "The way you fucked my brains out in that hotel room... You're so fucking good with your mouth. God, Elena, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it for two days." Two days ago... The revelation hit like a fucking blow. Two days ago, Daniel had dragged me into the living room, punching my stomach and ribs until I was coughing up blood on the rug, screaming that

It was already 2am when we both went to bed. The next morning, I woke up early even though I was still tired. I was still trying to process the whole situation that happened the previous night. I was pissed after analyzing the whole situation—He took me to the club, exposed me to the strippers while knowing damn well that it triggered me so much and he got mad at me for just talking to his Only-God-Knows why enemy? I went to the bathroom and took a shower, then called Lisa after having breakfast that Sebastian had ordered. My sadness became worse after calling Lisa and finding out that she was at the airport. She was going to Medellín for some business. I couldn’t tell her on the phone what

That exact claim. I lowered my head as they walked past my table, to avoid eye contact. His scent hit me. Daniel’s perfume. It wrapped around me like a memory I hadn’t given permission to touch me. I sucked in a sharp breath before I could stop myself, my fingers curling into my palm under the table.

She's so fucked, but Daniel would even be more fucked when I'm done. Daniel was at the exact location I planned, a warehouse I had already set cameras all over the place. You see, Daniel wasn't just your average, clean business man. He had dabbled in dirt, the very dirt he always claimed to despise in all the interviews I've seen of him. I meant drugs. I knew everything about that man, down to his medical reports. He had me obsessed and he gave me purpose.

"All I can say is, love that comes too late is utterly worthless." "I think she's ridiculous. She mistreated Daniel out of gratitude for someone else, and now that he's already dead, she's pretending to be all devoted." "Exactly. Those earlier comments were so insane that they even made me too afraid to speak."

Nate's POV " Good evening master McClain" chef Chu said as I stormed into the house. I didn't say a word instead I went straight to my room, slamming the door so hard that I thought it'll break, I wanted it to break but it didn't. Why did today suck so much to me? I won the football match, but I made Zach hurt Victor. What the hell is wrong with me? I noticed my heartbeat had doubled and I knew I needed to cool off, so I took off my clothes and entered the shower.

Daniel said softly with a sad look. It's hard to believe it, but reality is not as beautiful as expected. Daniel was silent with a blank look in front of the tomb of the son he had long hoped for. a few seconds later Daniel's gaze shifted to the grave next to his son, namely the grave of Willyam Dormen, whom Daniel knew was Lucy Watts' ex-boyfriend. he did not expect that the man had died sacrificing his own life to save Lucy from Helen's crazy plans.

And right now, with Jaxon’s hostility and Daniel’s smugness tangling in the air, we were all doing a terrible job of pretending nothing was wrong. “Nothing, Dad,” I exhaled, forcing a laugh. “We nearly got killed yesterday. Everyone’s still shaken up, that’s all.” He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded and turned back to the pack members, rejoining their conversation. Daniel leaned in closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Pretty face, don’t mind me saying this—but you look really beautiful today.” His tone dropped lower. “Lose him, and I’ll show you a better world. One where I won’t make you cry.” He winked, lips curving with that effortless arrogance.

Why was she so pathetic? Daniel tapped his fingers on his black bedroom drawer, thinking of a solution. He knew there were lots of sad emotions behind her 'okay' and he hated to think he can't do anything about it. Another reminder of his failure. "Sunshine, meet me at Sun Vila hotel. That is Mr John fun centre. Let's go and kick some sense into him." Daniel said even if the idea of seeing John almost made him vomit in disgust. Almost made him punched the white wall in frustration.