The Book Of Daniel Novel Novels & Stories

I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked to the book, then back to mine. “You read it?” I nodded, feeling suddenly exposed. “There were things she never told anyone,” Daniel said, voice low and thick. “Things she kept locked away, just like this house.” The room seemed to shrink, the space between us charged with an invisible pull. I glanced down, heart pounding, then back up to meet his gaze. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to break the rules?” I asked, my voice trembling with the weight of the question.

Daniel didn't get the full story from Sienna; instead, he went to her company to speak with Harvey. From him, Daniel learned all the details and took Sienna's book home. For the first time, he discovered Sienna's pen name and the genre she wrote in. A man who had never read a romance novel before, Daniel hid in his room, secretly reading her words. In Sienna's book, the male protagonist bore a striking resemblance to him. He spent an entire day and night without sleep, reading the book that had been plagiarized—over two hundred thousand words, neither too long nor too short.

Daniel said standing up, heading to the hotel room door. "Do we really have to burn the book. I just got use to being alive or should I say living. At least, don't we get to enjoy this." Vivian said stopping Daniel in his tracks. "We have to put an end to whoever holds the pen now, and the only way is destroying the book. We don't know what this person is capable of, after all... the old woman did say.. he who holds the pen is evil."

She wished she could whisk him away and kiss him some more, drink in the light of his eyes to her content, but that would have to wait until he recovered and was stronger again. Having him here like this was enough for now. She couldn't ask for anything more from the Moon Goddess, if it was the goddess's hand indeed who had let her keep him. That dream, she remembered it so vividly even now. And Marten's haunting words that Daniel should never have made it this long without the cure -- no coincidence, was it? Daniel held a thick book and murmured things under his breath. Beth crept closer, curious. "What is that?" she asked. "What are you reading?"

When I walk closer to the kitchen the smell of stew and rice is pretty thick. Two plates are set out and I turn back to look at her. Who is she living here with? Walking towards the small passage I start opening doors. One is a bathroom, the second one looks like a study. My curiosity takes the better of me and I start scanning the labels of the books on the bookshelf until I find one that's an album. Flipping through the album I see pictures of girls that look similar to the girl here. What the fuck. Closing the album I step out of the study and go towards the last door "Nina let's go," Daniel says from the entrance and then I hear it. My eyes widen when my mind registers what that sound is

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 finished, pulling out his phone, and started dialing when Barbara said, "Oh, no need to disturb Mr. Thornton with something as small as this. I can handle it. So are you vouching for her?" "Yes, I am." She then went on to ask Daniel a series of questions while I checked out the books they had close to the desk on a rack that spun. I saw a book that reads Protective Custody: The Demon King. Interesting, another fantasy-type story. I picked it up and went back to Daniel's side. They were just finishing up, and Barbara returned Daniel's form of ID. "I would like this to be my first book." I said, looking expectantly at Barbara."

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?