Daniella Oh Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Daniella held up the white cardboard paper with both hands, with the names 'KORINA BLACK' written on it, while she impatiently tapped her left foot in annoyance. "Where the fuck is she?" She swore out loud. An old woman standing next to her gave her a scolding look for swearing in an obscene word and Daniella glared back at her. She tried peering through the sea of faces for the umpteenth time, trying to see if she would finally have a glance of Korina's but her efforts proved abortive yet again.

She was unmistakably delighted, and it had left her speechless. "It's so nice to see you again, Mrs. Kish!" Mr. Gustavo who had just reached where we stood said warmly, smiling broadly. He turned to Daniella. "Congratulations Mrs... Orlando?" He said, more like a question though. Daniella shook her head excitedly. "Yes, yes. Orlando Ocampo." She replied, chuckling as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Thank you so much, Mr. Gustavo." She said, her voice breaking. "Thank you so much for doing this for us.

“What?” “Hmm,” Her blue gems slowly raked over Daniella’s face. Dola’s gaze lowered for a moment, observing her neck as her light pools of blue quickly began to darken. As her heated hues of midnight blue flittered back up, soaking in Daniella’s flushed cheeks and wavering scowl, Dola smirked. “Still a feisty little minx, I see.” “Excuse you-” Dola turned to me, “So what’s the problem with Chandler getting married?”

I squeezed her arm. “So I’ve been told. Again.” She looked at me proudly. “Why not stop this conversation about secrets and classified infos Daniella? Let’s just enjoy this party. What’s the name of the celebrant again?” I asked. “Irisha Mitchell, ” she answered immediately. “Daughter of a politician.” I was impressed. “Hmm... I see that you are doing your homework well.” She gave me a pleased grin. “I have to at least show the guests that I am worthy of being called a Fancy Pants Club member, Mr. VP.”

She let out a shrill scream but in the middle of the forest, her scream went missing like a needle in the haystack. “AHHHH!!!” Daniella’s mouth remained opened as she continued to scream while rolling down the cliff. Her hair was neatly rolled and prepared and turned into a bush of brown strands. It was as if she hadn’t washed it for years, her branded dress that she had waited three weeks to buy ended up getting torn from here and there. One of her Skew and Dot shoes that cost her 5000 dollars ended up flying to the side and it only caused Daniella’s scream to turn even louder.

Helena could not help but rolled her eyes at Daniella. “Fane is already a third-grade intermediate alchemist!” Daniella said with a huge grin on her face.

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.”

she said. Audriana smiled and faced her front. Just then the elevator opened and Audriana looked at her and waved then walked out and she followed her. “Er… pardon me, I forgot to introduce myself formally. I am Daniella Copello, real estate manager and beauty personality.” she held her hand out for a handshake. Audriana looked at it and shook her hand. “Audriana Lorenzo,” she said. “Ok- wait… oh my. Are you Audriana Lorenzo? The one hosting Gift Techies?” she asked in awe.

The word landed with weight. The sealed record. The child must remain undiscovered. The missing testimony. The date discrepancy. The official story constructed to place Daniella as a dangerous conspirator rather than a woman who had spent years concealing what she was—and who used her final moments to hide something inside her daughter. "There's more," Theo added. I looked at him.