Dana Knowles Novels & Stories

"Being allergic to bell peppers, Dana is prone to emotional outbursts whenever she sees them. That's exactly what happened just now, so don't take it to heart—I'll have a word with her later." When she was finished, she shot Dana a look to have her apologize. At first, Dana refused to do so—she was convinced she was not at fault. However, she was not that ignorant that she would fail to read the room. In fact, if word of this gets out, she would be labeled as pompous and conceited, while her position in showbiz would hit rock bottom. With that in mind, she forced herself to apologize to Gwyneth despite her indignation and with a look of clear reluctance. "It's exactly as my manager said—it's

and cut them into pieces." Giselle! I will make you suffer a lot. Even your dead body will pay the price for this” She clenched her teeth tightly as hatred was glaring through her eyes. “Before that. I'll make this woman understand not to humiliate me like that even though she's going to make my dream. She can't ruin the other to make another”. Danica was now an internationally recognized fashion model –she was a renowned personality in the fashion industry and her fan base is on another level. Even though there was nothing here, she was still extremely popular. Over the past few years, the topic between him and her had been very hot, and it was all about why they didn't hold a wedding cere

Dana said, smiling at me across the glass table. "Ready," I said. The cameras went live. "Mr. Stone," Dana began, her voice measured and professional. "Your wife, Nora Hamilton, made international headlines this morning when she resurfaced as the CEO of Hamilton Global after an eight-year absence. Can you tell us, in your own words, what happened?" I leaned forward slightly and put on the expression I had practiced in the mirror that morning. Calm. Reasonable. Slightly pained.

“Alright, Isadora Blackwell. Be honest. Are you actually still fucking Madden, or are you just pretending to torture him?” The room went dead still. Even Nyla lifted her eyes now. I opened my mouth, my heart thundering “No comment.” Kassandra gasped. “You’re lying! That was your one job—tell the truth!” “I didn’t skip,” I said, sitting straighter. “I answered. It just wasn’t the answer you wanted.” They all groaned. “She’s boring now,” Davina muttered. Kassandra leaned against the man beside her. “This isn’t the Dora we know. She used to dare guys to slap her in the face and call her queen.”

I said before running toward the closet and swinging it open. I felt relieved when I saw Kara’s black eyes looking back at me. “Kara!” I whispered. She had her mouth taped and hands tied, but I managed to free her by using the last knife I had on hand. Afterward, I pulled her close to me in an embrace. “Mia!” she cried, holding onto me tightly as if her life depended on it. “What are you doing, Dane?” asked Kade frantically. I hugged Kara tightly when a loud noise echoed in the room. I released her and turned around to see Dane standing over Kade’s deceased body. Although I knew that Kade had murdered Dane’s mate, killing his own brother must have been an extremely difficult decision for him