My Daniel Book Novels & Stories

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

“Are you done?” Daniel nodded and stood up to walk towards her. Seeing how serious she was reading earlier, he could not help but feel curious. “What book are you reading?” She picked up the book and showed him the cover. “I just took a random one.” Daniel’s pupils constricted and his gaze gradually turned deep. “Why is it this book…”

It made me so angry. I found his apartment number. My finger shook as I pressed the doorbell. I heard a chime inside. A man opened the door. It was him. **Daniel**. He looked surprised. His eyes were dark, like Mom’s. But his face was hard. He looked older than 26 in that moment. Taller than I thought. More serious.A

“I want to hear exactly what you wrote.” Daniel let out a low whistle. “Damn. You’re into voyeurism now?” “Read, Daniel.” The command, low and unyielding, went straight to his cock. He flipped the book open, skimming the messy handwriting. His smirk slipped. “Fine,” he muttered. “Entry one. Monday night. P**n. Two guys going at it, rough, spit everywhere. Got off in like five minutes.” He glanced up. “Happy?” “Keep going.” Daniel swallowed. “Entry two. Tuesday. Tried to watch something softer. Kissing, slow grinding. Got hard, but halfway through… nothing. Dick just died.” His throat tightened. “Had to switch back to rough stuff to finish.”

“Then, Daniel said to the King; 'O king, live-forever! My God sent His angel and shut the lions' mouths and they have not hurt me, because I was found blameless before Him and also before you, O King, have done no wrong.' Pastor Kofolori read from his Bible, closing his eyes, his lips trembling and a slow sound coming from his throat. “He banged his fist on the desk afore him and squeaked 'I can do it! I can do it!' He spoke with much vehemence 'I can do it! I-can-be like him! Yes,' he added, turning to an imaginary audience. 'Yes, I can really be like Daniel, oh… oh… Daniel. Yes, I want to be the Daniel of my tribe, the Daniel of my country, the Daniel of Africa!' He smiled suddenly gazing

We saw a notice and we read it Me: wow, we're partners He nodded Me: it's okay. I'm going to be doing most of the research Daniel : and I'm going to be doing most of the looking and sitting with my legs crossed. I hit his back and he chuckled Me: let's go to the library. I wanna borrow a book from there Daniel: I've never really been to that library for book sakes Me: why? Daniel: I'm not a bookworm I laughed. We went to the library, got the book and came back. The book was Treasure Island. I've read it before but I wanna read it again.

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

Daniel sorted, reclassified while Eleanor dusted the bookcases in question and reshelved the newly Deweyed books in proper order. Sometimes they talked as they worked: Eleanor learned about Daniel’s childhood in Canada, the source of his imperviousness to New England winters, and Eleanor confessed her frustration with her lack of ambition. She wanted, in theory, to do more than work in a bookstore but was so happy, most of the time, with him that she couldn’t bring herself to make any sort of profound change. “Contentment can be the enemy,” Daniel agreed and he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “But don’t worry. Life, death, or an act of God will eventually intervene. Enjoy the

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Those were the words, the words that came with ease from David mother mouth. Daniel heard it wrong, right? He heard it all wrong, it was only his imagination, right? But... I am currently rewriting this chapter, lovelies. Do you expect David to be...I can't type that twice😟😟 How was the chapter? How did you think Daniel will feel? What are your thoughts on this chapter? Till next update! Lovelies! 😊