Daniel D'arby Novels & Stories

“Seriously? Arc, you know I’m responsible for her and nothing else. Why on earth would you think that?” Dillon called Drake’s name. He was now talking to him as a friend, not his boss. Drake knew that his words had caught him off guard because he just stood there looking at him with his mouth open a little bit. Drake leaned back and let his body loosen up as he waited for his answer. Even though he had known Dillon since they were kids, he was still the Alpha, and he didn’t like being questioned. Dillon looked at Drake for a few seconds before laughing. “No, Arc. I only said that because I thought it could help.”

Inside we head towards Daryl’s office and Jordan knocks. “Enter” I push open the door to see Daryl sat in his office chair, but he wasn’t alone. A man that was a similar age to Daryl was sat opposite him, his green eyes on me. A scar ran down his left cheek and his blonde hair was shaven in a buzz cut. “You must be Luna Ashley. Well Alpha Daryl, you certainly kept this pretty thing hidden” Shit, was he going to challenge Daryl for me.

One who found out too much. "One in particular," Darian continued. He took a sip of wine and he didn't even look at me. "A man named Daniel Hayes. He spent years trying to write an expose on our tech acquisitions. He thought he was a hero. He thought he was uncovering some great conspiracy." Stop talking. Please stop talking.

•• Arabella’s POV ••• Alpha Daniel? He had arrived earlier than I expected... But why would he come to Max’s company instead of the pack’s main house? I looked at Max, and he mindlinked me, “I’m not sure why he came here.” Daniel was an Alpha of the Mystic Pride Pack. Recently, there had been many rogue attacks near our borders, and since he had experiences with rogue attacks throughout his journey as the Alpha of the Mystic Pride Pack, I invited him over to discuss some countermeasures against those attacks.

Christian massaged his temple and his eyes travelled back to Eric, but he was not there anymore. *** Daniel was sitting on the bonnet of his car with a can of beer. His eyes were red, and he was taking the sips of beer, not looking at anything in particular when Aryan came into his view. “Hey!” He said, wiping a lone tear that escaped from his eyes and Aryan pressed his lips in a straight line strolling towards him. “Beer?” Daniel offered a fresh can to him, but he shook his head and stood against the bonnet of the car.

Daniel walked into the dimly lit café, his heart pounding in his chest. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on Arda Demir, seated in a corner booth. Arda looked up, his expression cold and resolute. Daniel steeled himself and walked over, sliding into the seat opposite Arda. “You wanted to see me,” Daniel said, trying to keep his voice steady. Arda leaned back, a bitter smile on his face. “Yes, I did. I thought it was time we had a face-to-face conversation.”

her mother said, still studying Daniel. A waiter walked up with several trays of food. It looked like they wouldn't be choosing their own meals, though Melinda didn't feel she was allowed to complain, considering her mother was paying for all of it. Just another thing she had to have control over. Daniel cleared his throat and held his hand out to Melinda's father. "I'm Daniel Armstrong. And I don’t consider myself unlucky, Mr. Garrett. I'm excited to be here." Melinda's mother leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "Why?"

Daniel yelled his anger now becoming evident. "Daniel, please just-" He grabbed me by my shoulders and yelled, "Tell me the truth!" "Dan-" "Who is Arthur's father?!" "Jason Dutton!" Daniel let me go and sighed. "The Black Falcon is Arthur's father," I added. "I'm leaving." I wanted to leave when Daniel stood in my way, "Dont go please, let's talk about this." "Daniel get out of my way!" I ordered. "Adrian please, let's talk," he pleaded.

“Darryl would never do such a thing. Never!” “You’re still so stubborn!” Yumi took a step forward. “Do you think we’re all lying? Is Darryl the only good guy in the Darby family, and we’re all villains who make things up? Darryl is a beast! He violated his younger sister-in-law. This is the truth, yet you still deny it!?” “Bullsh*t!” Daniel gritted his teeth tightly and spat on the ground. “You still refuse to admit your mistakes, huh? Keep whipping him until he admits his mistakes!” Old Master Darby shouted in anger.

“Dry off as much as you can.” I took it gratefully, dabbing at my face and arms. “Thank you. Really. Most people would’ve just driven past.” “Not when they see someone who looks as heartbroken as you do,” he replied gently. His voice had this calm authority to it. “I’m Daniel, by the way. Daniel Voss. I run a tech investment firm downtown.” “Aria,” I said softly, still wiping rain from my neck. The towel smelled faintly of his cologne something woody and expensive. “Aria Thompson. I’m… eighteen. Just had the worst night of my life.”