Dani Long Way Down Novels & Stories

He moaned and grunted most innocently, like a young boy making out with his first love. “Yes, I am Dani, and I love you.” In the dim darkness of Cicio’s study, Jessica said.

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

Mayra said pressing the next button and changing the song to next in the queue. ~ “Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go Way down we go Say way down we go Way down we go” (Way down we go - Kaleo) ~ They both started laughing because they were on a downward slope when the song started. The random coincidence was enough to brighten up their mood and they both started singing the song enjoying each other’s presence. They never focused on singing correctly or in the rhythm. They sang like two chickens were trying to break free from a butcher's hand.

Tragedy Romance | Dubcon | Grief | Power Imbalance | Explicit Trigger Warnings: Dubious consent, grief-based emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough handling, dominance/submission themes. . . . The rain was biblical...sheets of it blurring the mountain road, drowning the headlights. She should’ve stayed home. But Vesper Wynne didn’t know how to sit still anymore. Not since her sister died. She wasn’t watching the curves as she should’ve been, and by the time the second turn came, it was too late.

With the two of them standing there, I didn't really have a choice. Watching Alan and Eden's intimate interactions on the way to the hunting grounds sent a sharp pain searing through my chest. It was the unmistakable ache of betrayal from my mate. The pain spread through my entire body until even walking felt unbearable. Gasping for breath, I leaned against a tree, trying to steady myself. "Who are you trying to fool with this act, Amy? No one cares. Stop ruining the mood and keep up," Dexter said, brushing past me. He handed Eden the most beautiful wildflowers he could find.

Have you seen the trending topic? Henry: [Damn, this is a big one.] I opened the trending search. 'President of Newman Group, Charlie Newman, Exposed for Cheating During Marriage!' The attached photo showed Charlie and Lynn standing on a balcony at last night's reception. The angle was deliberate–making it look intimate. I scrolled through the comments. [Wasn't this a business marriage? Figures. These wealthy marriages are always fake.] [Who's Lynn Walters?] [Childhood sweetheart. Their families always wanted them together.]

My face broke into a frown as tears trickled down my face, I struggled with my breath as I stared at Carl going down on one knee in proposal. ‘How did he move on that fast?’ I wondered, unable to believe it. My heart throbbed with pain and before I could make sense of my thoughts, his next words hit me like a bullet. “Cassandra Gates, will you marry me?”

She added and I gave her a look. “It’s been a year since I dated him!” I beamed. Jericho Marquez is my ninth boyfriend but we only lasted for a month and a half. But even then, I still hold the longest record on all of his flings. He’s a real playboy, just like his best friend, Hades Cortez, who I dated before him. Upon saying those words, I saw Jericho glance at me in my peripheral vision. I looked at Genina and she’s grown stiff and motioned behind me.

She had never really seen her friend’s face again after the first time she descended into the living realm but hearing each other’s voices was enough to make them feel like they weren’t alone. “I wanted to see you too. If only I can fly up to the moon…” Morgan said as he raised his arms and made his fingers looked like he was reaching for the moon. If only he could, then he would be able to see her and escaped the cruelty this world offers him now that he was nothing but a useless bum for everyone. “You won’t like it here. Maybe I should be the one to descend there soon? I wanted to see the places you’ve told me about. I wanted to see your Mama, your Papa, and Callum!” She said in an excited

A Year Later Danielle kissed Angel’s forehead and smiled at her little girl. “Enjoy yourself, sweetie! I’ll pick you up after work.” Angel clung to her, not willing to let go, although she knew she had to. It was an everyday affair since the time they had to move out of the Longmont house. Three months ago, Dean Longmont suffered a brain stroke and his wife had to appoint a full-time nurse to take care of him. With Damien and his family moving in to take care of them, Danielle had to move out. She felt she was taking advantage of their kindness.