My Daniel Book Novels & Stories

But doors that didn’t give had a way of giving eventually when the right person was on the other side of them. And the right person was coming. Daniel was certain of that in the way he was certain of very few things. He closed his eyes. Breathed. And waited.

Daniel’s file was the size of a small book. That was the first thing Adrian told me about it afterward, not the contents, not the conclusions, but the physical weight of the thing when Daniel set it on the desk. Like he needed me to understand that whatever came next had been earned. That it was not a theory or a suspicion or a thread someone had been careful with. It was the whole picture, documented and cross-referenced and delivered in the kind of folder that said: this is over.

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.

Chapter :- 8 **~~** Daniel's body enticed him and he was falling fast into the man. It felt strange these feelings, but oddly so as he has never touched another man in such a manner. The only man he's only ever served is his father and he never thought he could be aroused by any other man that isn't his father.

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.