My Daniel Book Novels & Stories

"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!"

He picked it up and frowned at the shape of the book. When he opened it, he found that it was Audrey's diary. He closed it and put it back, feeling presumptuous to read it. However, when he stood up and was about to leave the place, curiosity stopped his body. Daniel sat down again and picked up the book carefully. Now he carried the book to the bed and opened it. At first, Daniel smiled reading the contents of Audrey's diary, but then the smile disappeared when he read a page that had a surprising fact on it.

I see Daniel's book still on my bed, and I grab it with an angry swipe. I step toward the door, expecting to find the hallway empty so I can throw the book into my own storm of frustration. Instead, I find Aiden and Daniel, leaning against the wall, eyes on our door like it's going to murder them. "You've got to be kidding me," I mutter, exasperated. I fling the book at Daniel’s head with all the force I can muster, stepping back. They can stand there the entire night for all I care. "She’s feisty, isn’t she?" Daniel remarks casually.

He frequently reminds Daniel to get rid of any trouble against others, especially with the neighbor as it endangers him. Daniele has no more room to exert effort discussing the serious matter with David in her pregnancy period ready to bloom. That week seems abnormal because David didn’t arrive. But Daniele always presumes that David has many business meetings and clients to deal with and should not create any problems because it may cause bad luck for blessings to come. To provide her with spiritual inner strength and guidance in daily living with others, she consistently studied the Book of Psalms in the Old Testament of the Holy Bible.

We would be home and talking most of the time, about his work and sometimes even about his childhood. Daniel would ask about my day at work, but I would reply saying that it was just the usual. However tonight, Daniel insisted that I show him one of my textbooks about medicine. I refused at the start but after all the improvements we've made between us, I pulled out my textbook and let him look through it. His face brightened like a kid with candy.

The air in my office felt thicker than usual as I held the old, yellowed envelope in my hands. It had arrived with no return address, no note, only a single sheet of paper tucked inside. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but it was the content that struck me to my core. The letter detailed a hidden chapter of Daniel’s life—one I had never suspected. It spoke of a secret child, born out of a brief affair Daniel had over a decade ago. The revelation was unsettling, but the letter also included photographs and a name: Lily Blackwood.

“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

But there was one person I knew would have something to say about all this. Daniel. My best friend. My only friend. And the only man who wasn't afraid to tell me when I was being an idiot which in his opinion was most of the time. I smirked. I arrived at his penthouse later. His place gave this peaceful and calm eerie feeling. The exact opposite of mine. Warm lighting, leather couches, bookshelves filled with actual books and medical books. Daniel was a medical Doctor. He had no interest in the world of power or business plays. His life was simple and dedicated to his profession unlike me, he believed in love.

I appeared a moment later, wearing one of his shirts as my nightwear. “You’re still awake?” I asked as I walked in. Daniel glanced at the clock. “I didn’t realize it was this late.” My eyes fell on the book in front of him. “You’ve been reading?” “Trying to.” I picked it up and looked at the same page he had been staring at. “You haven’t turned this page.” Daniel gave a small smile. “I got distracted.” “By what?” “Nothing.” I studied his face for a moment. “Is it your mother?”

Daniel says and my eyes widen looking at him and then at the baby "Damn, Xavier was getting his 'Call me daddy' on. Not to mention the whole older guy " I smirk and when I look up I find Daniel glaring at me "I mean eww" I say in disgust dangling the baby in the air. The corner of Daniel's mouth slightly curves and I smile