Dana Knowles Novels & Stories

Max asked. "The two of them managed to produce a healthy, well-mannered, beautiful daughter and my sister never came running back, did she?" Maddison said, breaking out of Max's arms and storming off the dance floor. She didn't come in our direction as Max was hot on her trail. That was when Leo finally spoke. "Maddison Megestanis," He said over the crowd just loud enough for her to hear without turning too many other heads. She immediately stopped and looked our way. Leo summoned her with his finger and she graciously approached curtsying when she arrived.

“You were way worse at her age.” Dana rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned around, lifting her arms slightly. “So… how do I look?” She was dressed in a deep crimson gown that clung to her like a second skin, the smooth fabric outlining every curve as it flowed down to the floor. A strapless sweetheart neckline sculpted her silhouette, a daring slit running up one thigh. Sleek black heels adorned her feet, while her signature black lipstick added a bold, sultry finish. Black earrings framed her face, a delicate necklace rested against her collarbone, and a stack of black-and-silver bangles circled her wrist, chiming softly as she gave Maddie a slow twirl. The gown moved like liquid fire ar

she continued, “I want to congratulate my twin brother, Dante, on his engagement to Ashley.” A soft wave of applause followed, cautious but polite. Danae waited for it to settle. “And second,” she said, her voice steady, “I have something I’m done hiding.” Every eye was on her now. “The little girl beside me is my daughter,” she said simply. “My princess. Dora.” A collective inhale swept through the hall. “I’m proud to be her mother,” Danae went on. “I always have been. I just chose silence for a long time. That ends tonight.”

Dallas cheers, finding a photo of Dani. Dani styles her brown hair with red highlights perfectly, her green eyes pop with her impeccable makeup, and she strikes quite an image in her casual, artsy attire. “She’s gorgeous,” I gasp. “How can I ever compete with that?” I point to the screen. “She’s high-maintenance, and she has drama written all over her,” Dallas corrects, attempting to ease my worry. She continues her protests. “She abandoned her son within days of giving birth. She signed documents and disappeared. What kind of woman does that?”

“For the sake of our past acquaintance, please let Leanna off this time! She’s a lawyer with a bright future ahead.” Noah told Danika to stand up. Kim also bent down to help, but Danika stubbornly refused to rise.

She had already tried before and it failed terribly. Danna kept on looking at Nolan with angry eyes. This man really was a crook, how did he get to his powerful son. Oh…..what will she do if Jared doesn’t turn up? Enzo was the dumbest of them all, he couldn’t even help her look for Jared. “Nolan, there is someone who will kill you if he found out that you have Jared. Hurry up, bring him back.” Danna said looking depressed. Old madam Walker stared at her daughter. Nowadays, Danna was behaving abnormally, could it be possible that she really loved her son and that she never knew how to show it? A little hope appeared in her heart but it suddenly disappeared. Danna was never to be trusted.

The whispers of the crowd swirled around me, a cacophony of curiosity and speculation. Amidst the murmurs, a familiar voice broke through the chatter. Amidst the whispers and hushed conversations, a peculiar revelation rippled through the crowd like an unexpected twist in a theatrical performance. The spectators turned their heads, their curiosity piqued as they exchanged bewildered glances. Dany emerged from the gathering, wearing an expression that was almost too casual for the situation. She approached me."So, you married Killian Anderson and didn't think to mention it to me?" she asked, her tone filled with a mix of amusement and mock betrayal.

“Colleen, don’t kick from the knee, stretch from the knee. The quickest way to ruin that kneecap is to kick.” Nathan watched Dani from the hall, his position angled so that unless she knew exacdy where to look, she wouldn’t see him. As for him, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was wearing a pink low-backed leotard with pink tights and a pink sheer skirt tied around her waist. Ragged black leg warmers went from her ankle to up over her knee. Pink satin sUppers finished off her ensemble. And her hair. It was done up in that witchy way she’d worn it when they’d gone to Helene’s.

She said as she stomped to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. The worst part about this is that she has to go to the wedding. Hundreds of photographers and media personnel are going to be there. Danika has to present herself as the perfect daughter, she doesn’t want her family to be in a gossip column like the Kardashians. I didn’t know how to help her out now that we aren’t together anymore. I don’t know what the rules are. I don’t know if I can still tell her if doing something is a good idea or not. Like agreeing to help her mother out with the seating arrangement at the wedding.

I had to quickly think of how to keep him close, that was how I told him I was a lesbian, so he won't have issues with being with me. I had to listen to him talk about his Erica every time I went visiting him, I pretended to give him a listening ear when in my deepest of hearts, I wanted him for myself. Who wouldn't love or want Damian Anderson? He is tall, he is handsome, caring, and to top the chart, he is a secret billionaire. Who needs love when there is so much money flying around. Damian is a big spender and he has unknowingly been helping me sponsor my secret addiction. With the global economic meltdown, the price of purchasing coke and other hard drugs from the street has tripled. My