Had A Bad Day By Daniel Powter Novels & Stories

The cold voice that came from me almost stung in the silence, “I don't want a man who has to mention that he was in my pussy even before I realized it. And for information, that girl was just acting all through, your dick ain’t shit!.” He opened his mouth to say something, but I turned back and locked myself inside the bathroom. The water was unbearably hot against my still swollen pussy, all as a result of the young man’ relentless pounding. I didn't even know his name. I tried shaking the thoughts off my head but it only made it worse. It was when I finally emerged from the bathroom that I found Daniel packing. "You're gonna regret this. You may think you're strong, but you're not. One mon

“But at least I’m not powerless.” The line went quiet for a beat, and then Daniel laughed bitterly. “Powerless? Is that what you think? You think because you have a few pictures, you hold the strings? Karden, I don’t fear you. I despise you. I wake up every day wishing I’d never met you. And if you send those pictures, if you drag me down, then fine. Do it. But know this, you’ll burn too. You’ll never crawl out of the hole you’re digging.”

"Well, someone egged my car yesterday, then last night at two in the morning, two assholes covered my house in toilet paper, and in first period I was tripped and fell in front of everyone, hitting my elbow on a desk. Plus, I'm pretty sure my mother thinks I'm a lying whore." Not letting him speak, I say, "So, hopefully, you understand why I want to be alone right now. I probably seem pathetic, so please, you're free to go." Daniel brings his arm around me, pushing me against him—the surprise fades and my cheek rests on his chest. Comforted by this action, I take a deep breath, breathing in his guy-ish scent. "I just wish someone would have told me that even after the worst part, bad things

Time to get ready for the day. ***** I am currently training the men. I duck, rolling on the floor. Blocking the multiple powers directed at me. “Time up!” Daniel yelled in the sideline. The men groaned while I chuckled, laughing at their disappointed faces. Today I made them attack me with their powers while I had to duck for 5 minutes and nobody landed a hit on me. I am not even as fast as vampires, even if I am close and none has landed a hit.

After stirring it for a long time, she stops and moves over to the huge table, and sat on the chair nearby with a loud sigh. Frustration burns inside of her. Last night was such a bad experience it ended up bringing her back to her bad memories. Daniel wasn’t a rapist. He’s not a bad person. Only when he’s upset, he could be a jerk but he has a very kind heart. Loving and caring but awfully possessive and jealous. Her thoughts drift back to this morning where she and Hope were having breakfast and Daniel enters the dining room quietly. He looks exhausted with dark circles around his eyes. His hair wasn’t styled as he would regularly, it was messy despite still looking good on him.

I buried my face in my hands. "I've seen worse." He says simply. And I believed him. Daniel was a very private and closed-off person, those lifeless eyes a wall hiding the torrent of pain he'd been through from the public. The scars that decorated his hands and back were a testament to that. I reached out and patted his hand. "You'll be fine." He coughs into his fist and shuffles uncomfortably. "Yeah. It's getting late and you need to rest. We've got a long day tomorrow."

“Or how insane Alex is going, worrying about you? So selfish.” I want to slap the smug look off her face, rip her apart with my bare hands. But I can’t move. And even if I was free, I know deep down—I wouldn’t win. I’m powerless. My eyes dart to the door. It’s open. But outside, there’s nothing but darkness. “How long have I been unconscious?” “Three days, sweetheart.” Her voice drips with mock affection. “Oh, but that cutie with the tattoos—” “Jake. My mum’s henchman,” Drew cuts in, clearly irritated.

Nathan followed him after some seconds, his blond hair gleaming in the fluorescent light. I was the last to leave the office. I glanced at Mr. Daniel one last time, and he looked like a defeated man. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes seemed to have lost their spark. I pitied him somewhat; it must be hard knowing you have power but facing a situation where your powers become powerless. I closed the door behind me, leaving Mr. Daniel to his thoughts. Pearl's POV

Every time metal hit ceramic, my teeth ached. I sat up and reached for the cardigan on the chair. My fingers found the stiff corner of the business card. Alexander Mercer. Yesterday, that man...the guy Daniel treated like a god...had seen me at my lowest. He’d seen the ugly wreckage. He’d heard me call his best employee an asshole. And he had agreed. I didn't feel like crying today. I felt like a machine. I got out of bed, my joints feeling stiff. In the kitchen, Daniel didn’t look up from his iPad. He was already in his grey suit, the one he wore to make people feel small. His hair was perfect. He looked powerful. He looked like a lie.

she pauses, her expression darkening. “But what?” “His personality is absolute trash. I mean, if there was a contest for the worst human being alive, he’d win first, second, and third place. He really is a nightmare!” I groan, collapsing into the cushions. “What the hell have I done?” As if on cue, my phone blares to life. Dan. Of course, it had to be fucking Dan. I hit the speaker button with an eye roll. “Where the hell are you, Evelyn?” he barks.