Novels by Daniel Paul

Christiana's POV:"Come on Ben, we're going to be late," her little British accent almost pulled him to his feet instantly but being the strong head he was, he was reluctant to move. "I don't want to go. I don't want to have dinner, I am tired of this place, I want to know my parents." He brushed his arm through his eyes, wiping the tears away as he stared at the long lonely road separating them from others."Don't be stupid-" she sat close to him, staring into space as he did, "-I want to find my parents too, but what if they don't want me?" the sadness grew more in her but she was to make him smile, not make him cry."Then they are assholes for not wanting you," Benjamin cursed."Us-they are assholes for not wanting us. For not searching for us," She pointed out just as she turned to him. His sobs were down and even though he still was moody, he was a little br

Andre's POVI had made the deal with the devil, yes, I know that. But sometimes, the devil can be a faithful ally considering you have other demons out there hunting you. The question I couldn't figure out was, why me? Why come for a low-class writer who is confined by the chains of the world and is yet to even have his own bloody life in place. I was caught up in things I couldn't understand, set up by someone, my best friend. Maybe I should storm into her house, choke her till she confessed. Do I even want her locked up? Do I want the secret that I had kidnapped her in the first place, out in the open? My thoughts rampaged through all nerves and cells, dissolving me into a world covered in uncovered mysteries. Could I really be the killer? I don't find myself capable of doing such but I also never found myself capable of kidnapping and worse of all, the thoughts I have now, the urge to rip Christy off her skin and spread them out on the

Justice is a friend of no man.He is also a stranger to all.You seek him but never find,You find him only to lose him.In the end, you settle for vengeance.Most people believe to protect your home, make the thief the security, he would not steal because he will be too busy stopping others from stealing. The government too thinks this way. They pick the people supposed to be arrested, offer them jobs at the bureau while the civilians willing to stop the guys like the ones they put in the bureau end up with a crappy desk a singular mug and a coffee maker too old that the coffee tastes like plastic deposits.They had to work double the time to catch petty thieves who are actually locals trying to survive the hard times. While the suit men dressed in all colourful colours of black and shades walk in glorious wealth after a life of crime.

Maybe it was the way he took his time to study the case. Maybe it was the first impression seeing dead Becky gave to him, but he showed even more zeal in exposing the culprit behind the deaths, no matter the cost.He was getting ready for the end of his shift, had gone to get a burger and juice, not doughnuts, those are for patrol police. His phone began to chime.“Hello, Detective Jones here, who am I speaking with?”“Hi Jones, would you like to find the culprit behind Becky's murder.”He first thought this was a silly joke. Who would wake up one morning to point out a killer the whole city had been searching for?“Yes,” there's no crime in wanting to know what they had to say.“Then I think you will love to see this,”He recognised the voice almost immediately, Andre.

Andre sat on the cosy peaceful bed. The thoughts of Benjamin, Christy, and possibly many others who decided his life but still he had no idea.He was used to the blaring light of the morning rays and did not flinch when his eyes met the wide eyes of the window. Katherine slept peacefully on his arm, hugging him tight to her body.Are you sure you want to drag her into your mess?It was supposed to be a one-time thing, he never expected he would protect her from the demons chasing him to the ends of the earth. He combed her hair softly, using the tip of his well-trimmed fingers to give soft massages to her long black hair.Do you think you can protect her?A million and one thoughts keeping his chest in a heaved breath. He continued his combing motion, staring at her as she slept comfortably.Only if she knew what was coming.He s

Secrets are the end of every relationship. Once the seed is conceded in heart, slowly, the death approaches.Many had lost to the seed they conceded at heart and when it unleashes, disaster and death to years of trust and honour.Andre sat in front of his screen, oblivious of the entirety of the environment. He was trapped in the abyss thoughts of Christy. He relived every moment of them, all the smiles at various points. His head hurts already but he was lost too deep to care.Soon it was time to leave, time to play his role in worlds mess. He pulled his files together. He could the pair of eyes, eyes he once thought innocent, staring at him. All the guilt turned to anger. Maybe he considered letting the monster out, maybe if he showed her what torments and pains he passed through, she would understand or maybe he would kill her. Only if you were a fucking killer.He pulled himself, face u

Sebastian stands in front of what used to be Agent Hannah. Her charismatic presence now a swollen pale body with blue lips washed up by the side of a river. Her eyes, now an empty vacuum, hollow to show the presence of her missing eye balls. Sebastian closes his eyes first, trying to evade the sight that lays in

The sun blares against the glass wall sending a dim ray into the cafeteria that sits on the side of the road. From the end of the road, one can see inside the building at the table just beside the wall and two people sitting on the same side of the table. The man wears a white top and brown trousers. He leans fur

Sebastian feels a new surge of energy. The truth has its way of coming out the light, that is sure of. His vision might not be what he used to be, and he is coming to realize that sometimes, black isn't really black and white isn't really white. He presses through the night back to Bushkill with two things in his mind. One: he had given the pompous bastards things to ponder about. Two: He knows betrayal well enough to get Laurel to open her bowels.

One year agoEleven years ago, Laurel would never have seen her life to take this turn. A life of crimes and violence, being a survivor and striving to live the next day.

Sebastian stares at the once quiet hut where he had just had a conversation with his newly found favorite old couple. A love he wonders if he would ever have such opportunities with Maria anymore or their story had reached its end that day. The truth of what Maria had said begins to hit him. It is more of a redem

Five Years ago“No. Please No.” Laurel pulls away from the man with all the strength left inside her but nothing she does seems to get her out of his grip.