D'wan Sims の小説・ストーリー

Liam was angry because he believed that Simon was the reason Donnie died, but he had no way to prove that at the moment. Seeing the rage in Liam's eyes, Simon was intimidated after he remembered what Liam did to him the other day, and he didn't want that to happen again, "Well, I was invited… just like you, Mr Liam Danvers." Simon said his tone was a bit loud. "Which one do you prefer, Danvers or Steinfeld?" He asked, his tone slightly loud. It was like he was hoping that someone would hear him and discover Liam's true identity.

I said. "If you're not dead, then get it done. Mindy, I'm saying this once—if I don't see you today, don't bother showing up again." He hung up. Just before the call cut, I caught someone on his end giggling, "Lucky Charles. I wish I had a dog that obedient." I stared at my phone for a moment. The date blinked back at me from the screen. I sighed, looked up at the IV bag that had just been hooked above me, and then, in the nurse's startled gasp, yanked the needle out.

Daniel slowly walked and sat down, still red of pain in his face, but Danté's sterling silver eyes was still on him, he slowly approached and leaned on his table. "Daniel Simmons, grew up in Chicago, dad a police officer, mother a nurse, at the age of ten you fell into a coma from a brain tumor but managed to come out of it, age sixteen you started your football career, still young, but you were big enough to fit the bill, now you came here to do something other than football right? A sports therapist? For in case you break a leg or an arm and can't continue playing football..." Danté held a finger to his face "Listen to me... You don't know me, but its clear I know you, I know where you liv