Novel & Cerita My Daniel Book

Just a stupid sound. God. I’m falling apart. — The library smells like old paper and rain. Daniel sits across from me at the long wooden study table, looking calm enough to belong in a magazine advertisement instead of someone’s nightmare. He’s reviewing articles for our project while I stare blankly at the same paragraph in my literature textbook for nearly ten minutes. I haven’t absorbed a single word. “You should wear black,” Daniel says casually. I freeze slightly. He doesn’t look up from his notes. “For the gala.”

"You thought you were going to take us down? You thought your little boyfriend was going to wake up and save you? He doesn't even know you're alive, Hannah. You’re nothing but a memory he’s already deleted." Daniel grabbed the ledger from the sofa. He held it up, a cruel smile on his face. He walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a lighter from the mantle, and clicked it. "No!" I screamed, trying to lung forward, but my leg wouldn't let me. "Daniel, don't!" He held the flame to the corner of the pages. The paper caught instantly, the fire licking at the black leather. He watched it burn for a second, then tossed the flaming book into the grate.

His hot breaths were falling on her shoulders creating a stark contrast with the cold of the wall. "Nature fancies you.." Daniel husked, placing his hands on her shoulders on either side and spreading his legs for more comfortable access inside her moist hole, "... I saw you on that first day... With your wide eyes, standing by these walls," he let out a soft chuckle. "The books seem drawn to you, too. But, Do I, little dove?" He queried, out of nowhere. Although he could effortlessly read her eyes every time. The stench of emotions and sentiments was so revolting until Mili.

Daniel’s voice sounded extremely grim as if he was coming from hell. He asked, “You said you are Zayden Collins, the president of the Dream High Group.” At that moment, Alice had just left the door with Zayden. They both turned around when they heard him ask that question. Zayden nodded and said, “Oh, it seem you know me.” “Well, I am more than familiar with you.” Daniel gritted his teeth in anger, then threw all his manuscripts heavily at them. Those papers, as white as snowflakes, flung toward them.

Darius flipped through the book reading some things. "Yet, he was found around the area a little far from his home many times, reading this diary as you said that contain some insane stuffs can only mean that he is a major suspect." Darius concluded and only hoped he was very right. Daniel combed his hair in frustration walking around further. He had been restive throughout the night taking his anger out at anything that gave him privilege to. "How did you manage to get hold of this diary?" Darius signalled to the book that he had just finished flipping through.

“No one calls me Damnation. My name is Daniel. I am the son of Lucifer and the mighty…” The priest finished his sentence. “Venus.” “I am going to ask you one more time. Who are you?” Daniel spoke loudly. His eyes were red like the fires that burned in the repentance void. Labith heard Daniel. She dropped the book she was reading and ran. The clock in the hall showed the time 235. Time had stopped. Something was wrong. There were no sounds as she ran to Daniel. The quiet was deafening. She ran as fast as she could.

Like my life depended on it. Because it did. I tried not to make it too obvious. We reached the kitchen, and Daniel motioned me toward a stool “You also get to pick your meal.” “Anything?” I couldn’t quite keep the suspicion from my voice. “Like I said. Good girls deserve rewards.” He smirked. I stared at him, trying to understand this version of Daniel. This was completely unlike the beast who’d forced me to my knees last night, who’d fucked me until I couldn’t breathe, who’d made me clean his cum that had leaked from my pussy to the bedsheets with my tongue.

“You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know you think I’m pathetic. Showing up here. Staying in your house like—like some stray.” “Is that what you think?” Daniel’s voice dropped, low and steady. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the island, close enough that Evan could see the faint scars across his knuckles, the gray flecks in his stubble. “Because that’s not what I see.” Evan swallowed hard, his skin prickling with heat despite the storm outside. “Then what do you see?” Daniel held his gaze, unblinking. “A boy who gave too much of himself to someone who didn’t know what to do with it.” His mouth curved, the faintest suggestion of a smile. “And someone I’d rather not watch keep drowni

"Don't be sad, Daniel! Elena actually feels terrible for you." "She's clenching her fists so tightly that she's close to drawing blood. She's hurting so much inside!" "Elena is the one who loves Daniel the most, and later in the story, she'll be the one who dotes on Daniel the most!"