Novels by danielalan

After Luke had left, Russell was concerned. He hated keeping secrets from his best friend. Yet, this secret would crush him, and he swore to himself never to reveal it. They had both agreed to take it to their grave. Russell cleared away the dishes, spilling some ketchup on his shirt. His overweight belly protruded over his trousers and extended his white t-shirt. He had often wondered why Debbie was still with him. She was glamours, attractive and could have any man she wanted, and yet she had stayed with him. That is why he could not understand what Jessica had done, and so soon after her wedding to Luke. He only knew this secret because Debbie had shared it with him, telling him it was too much of a burden for her to bare.

The night was still and the only sound to be heard was the distant noise of animals howling or fighting somewhere nearby. Luke glanced over to the bedside clock and stared at the light green display. Only one minute had gone since he last gazed at the mesmerising display. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, Luke could not find the rest he desperately needed. His mind was racing from what happened at the funeral. His encounter with death. Searching through his memory, Luke tried to picture the mystery assailant who offered to send him back to Jessica. Who was he? No matter how hard Luke looked he could not see the face of the man that attacked him. All he saw was misty rain and excruciating pain. What was more troubling was what the man told him. He had k

I must tell you something before we start. Before I met Luke, he was in a bad way. I waited as long as possible before approaching him. If the timing wasn’t right, I would not have been able to help him, let alone convince him. What Luke needed was help, and I could help him. When I found him, the poor man was beside himself. After learning about Jessica’s death, Luke shut himself away. He stopped eating, stayed in bed, he stopped living. Russell and Debbie kept an eye on him, popping round, giving him food, and trying to get him out of bed. They had to arrange the funeral. Luke just stop functioning and shut everyone and everything out; he could not do anything. Somehow, they managed to get him to the funeral. I don’t know how they

Luke sat on the sofa checking his watch. His expression was of concern. Two hours had gone by since Jessica left to collect her prescription. He looked at the time again. Pulling out his phone, Luke dialled Jessica’s number. He waited while the phone rang and rang until it forwarded to her voicemail. ‘Hey, this is Jessica. You know what to do, leave a message. Beep!’Luke hung up and tried again. Where was she? Had she decided to stop off somewhere? He knew she would have called if she was going to be late. He told himself not to worry, there had be a good explanation, and Jessica would burst through the door, carrying shopping bags, and apologising for being late. He needed a distraction.

Before we start, I must warn you that what happens next is horrific. It will emotionally scar you because it did for me. When I heard the news, I could only imagine what Luke was going through. I keep asking myself why. Sam, why did this happen to such a nice couple? What went wrong?When I look for those answers, I think about the wonderful things that happened to them, like telling Russell and Debbie the news over breakfast. I suggest you think about those things too. I’ll catch up with you all later.

Luke sat quietly on the bench, legs crossed, watching the people walk. This part of the Thames was always busy. Many came here for lunch, and today was especially busy. It had been difficult to find somewhere to sit. Tucked away at the far end of the street was a free bench, where Luke now sat. The fast-flowing river, rushed downstream, pulling the murky water toward the sea. Boats bobbed up and down, tightly secured to their moorings, while others sped down the river.Luke took a bite out of his chicken sandwich. He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. He had been planning this for a long time and was excited to tell Jessica his plans. Their two-year anniversary was next week, and Luke had planned to

Patricia Vile sat upright in her bed and looked directly at the lens of the camera that was standing upright on the floor. A technician held up his hands and started counting down with his fingers, until he reached one, then he pointed at Vile. The red light of the camera came on.

Kyle looked across at the number of soldiers walking slowly toward the front of the train. That persistent nagging filled his mind. He had a chance of saving these people. He looked back at Darcy. He had a chance of saving his friends. Was she really his friend? Kyle’s programming was telling him to finish his mission. Surrender and bring Darcy and the others to Vile. That was his main objective. But Something was telling him not to. Save these people. Save your friends. Kyle had decided. He would prove his loyalty.

The weapons fire was relentless. The security trucks were intensifying their attack. Kyle gasped when he saw Lesley vanish, along with the compartment and called out the big man’s name, but it was a waste of breath. Kyle thought about jumping out to help Lesley, but what could he do? Lesley might be dead and with the repeated weapons fire, Kyle could be hit too. He had to move on toward the others. A whoosh shot by, missing the train by inches. Then another blast and Kyle was gone, running hard, breathing quickly. He was determined to reach the front of the train. He then heard the eruption. He felt the shudder. Another carriage had been destroyed. One by one the

‘How are you feeling, Darcy?’ asked Jones, handing her a bottle of water. ‘Get this down you, it will help.’ ‘Thanks,’ groaned Darcy, gulping the clear liquid down her throat.

The train was now directly in view, straight ahead and Darcy leapt up out of the sand, as if she were a snake, springing out of the ground to devour her prey. The sand quickly fell away from her body and in an instant, Darcy was on the move toward the train. Her mind was focused, she was waiting, but nothing happened and all she did was continue to run at a normal speed. The train continued to travel along the track and in a moment, it would speed by and she would have missed any opportunity to board. Her levels of excitement were rising and she screamed out loud, feeling the buzz, feeling the adrenaline flowing rapid

The heat was relentless and burying their bodies under the sand was excruciating. The hours moved very slowly, until every member of the team felt like they would die. The breathing masks only added to the unbearable situation and even Kyle and Darcy felt the pain.