Daniella Diaz Novels & Stories

version, if the person waking up happened to own concealer, highlighter, and generational trauma. Beside me, Daniella checked her lipstick one last time using her front camera. Her hair was softly blown out, satin blazer draped over her shoulders, cream slip dress underneath. The “supporting creative team” version who could absolutely steal someone’s job if she felt like it. “Hazel sent a new Poppy photo,” she said, angling her phone toward me.

Gael said. Ryder stood up from the couch, he moved closer to Gael and whispered into Gael’s ear. “Oh! I can remember Daniella. Where is she now, madam?” Gael said. “She still lives in California,” Amelia said. “ That’s good. What do you have for us? Please, go straight to the point…,” Gael said and gazed at Amelia’s face.

Danielle tried to ease the situation, although she knew it was a lie. “I called him Mr Grayson at the dinner, and if I remember well, he wasn’t that warm towards me, thanks to your sister.” Javier said and Danielle squeezed his hand, trying to tell him to calm down before anyone heard him. “Who is she?” He asked gravely and Danielle felt a shiver run up her spine. “Her name is MJ Billings. She’s the owner of Billings Corporations and the sister of Jorge Billings.” Danielle said in an uneasy voice as she watched her husband’s mood darken tenfold.

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.

Daniella cried out in pain, quickly bending down to check her foot. Liora seized the opportunity to slam against Daniella's buttocks forcefully.

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

"Scarlett." ******

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Gina said while frowning. "Well you are right, but I think something happened overnight that called for our attention.” Madam Lydia said and extended her hand. “Here it is for you to read.” Quickly Alexis and Gina scrambled togetherto read thenewspaper content. Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake.

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash