Daniella M Young 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.

Anja asserted. "I understand that." It felt like Greta had orchestrated this conversation. Good for Anja; she had a clear plan. What in the world was mine? "What about you?" I asked. "I'm content here," Danielle replied. "I get to help people like me who have nowhere else to go. But I'm twenty, maybe that's why I have it figured out." I smiled. "I thought I had it figured out." "Do you know what helped me the most?" Anja chimed in.

I didn't break my stride, but the blood instantly ran cold in my veins. Daniella stepped in front of a young female student, blocking her path. She flashed a highly polished, fake smile. I watched as Daniella pulled her cell phone out of her trench coat pocket. She shoved the glowing screen toward the girl, pointing a manicured finger at whatever picture was displayed there. I knew exactly whose face was on that screen. Daniella was incredibly well-connected in the city's nightlife. It wouldn't have taken her long to ask the right bartender or the right club promoter who the new girl was.

Daniella loved Veronica more than anything else in this world. Daniella knew she could not afford to cost Veronica her chance in finding a good gentleman simply because they wanted to treat Tony. Hence, she felt that she was obliged to speak out the truth despite the matter being exposed, and the Larsons might possibly kick them out of the hospital. “Look at how beautiful and adorable the girl in the photo is,” Daniella said, pointing at the person in the photo. Then, a motherly smile showed at the corners of her mouth, and she added, “She’s my daughter, Roni.”

I shouted behind them "Don't you ever show your ugly faces here again. Number twelve" "That is me" a tall lady said "Follow me" "Name?" Jason asked her when she got to his office "Daniella Huggins" she replied "Daniella Huggins" Jason repeated "Five years experience" "Yes sir" "What do you know about assistantship?" The moment Daniella Huggins stepped out of Jason's office, my office phone rang, it was Jason. "Send the rest home" he said "Is she the one?" I asked "Yeah. I think she knows the business. Tell her that her job starts now" "Okay"

Just now, she had even wondered where Ronan had found such a lame violinist to throw a wet blanket on her. Seeing her looking at the violinist, Ronan asked, "Do you know her?" Abigail slightly smiled, " Of course, I know her. She is Daniella, a famous violinist." Daniella was anxious to hear her words and hurriedly said, "I am flattered. I haven't practiced hard recently. If I gave you a bad experience, please forgive me." Ronan didn't know what had happened between them, so he said without letting go of Abigail's hand, "You can leave now."

It made no sense that she was expected to drop the entire matter. Dannielle, who was driving, suddenly hit the brakes. “We’re here, Ms. Young!” Her voice was relatively cold. Kelsey looked out the car window. She realized that Dannielle had driven her to the Youngs’ family house instead of Tyler’s place like she expected. It seemed like Dannielle was taking on Dylan’s role and had sent her back to her family house. Was this a way of denying her status as Tyler’s woman? She scoffed in disdain and proceeded to step out of the car.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Daniella “I wish we didn’t have to go back to the university for our final assessment. I want to get married and live here with all of you,” said Elena with a pout. She was the youngest among us, with a month left to graduate. I smiled at her enthusiasm. “It’s just a month, right? Study hard and you’ll sail through.” She grinned at me, bursting with excitement. “One month is so long! When is your wedding, Dani? I don’t want to miss it.”

She’s laughing, head tipped back, at something the girl beside her has just said. Daniella. Sixteen, maybe seventeen. Hair in a high ponytail, hoop earrings catching the light. Her skin glows against the pale cinderblock wall, and her eyes bright, alive, spark with a mischievous light I’d know anywhere. I stop a few feet away, stunned.