Danielle Brooks Novels & Stories

'And if he does, he won't see what I'm doing anyway. She watched her reflection in the window from the patio as she removed her clothes and set them on the patio furniture. Her long brown hair and long, lithe, tanned body showed no signs of her forty years. At five feet nine inches, Danielle was all leg. No fat, or cellulite, no scars, and almost no wrinkles. The only thing that was not perfect was the out-of-proportion size of her breasts.

That bitch is in the place where she's meant to be. I had a peaceful day with my family. I stared at Danielle from a distance in the garden in her off-white rose gown that had a lot of pleatings from her waist. The wind blew her dress down as she bent down and plucked flowers. Her hair was braided back in two places and her cheeks were rosy. Why is she always this cute and beautiful? No matter the mood she is in, she always finds a way to capture my heart with a bloom of longing. I can't explain, seems she has captured my heart. isnit?

"Why would she run if she had nothing to hide? She most likely orchestrates this incident." Larry stood in front of the desk at Hawkins Group, frustrated with the situation. Benjamin fiddled with a pen in his hand. His face darkened as he said, "Ryan isn't capable of hiring Brodie. It was Danielle. She has connections with those people at the border." "She had such connections?" "It's sparse. She wouldn't use them unless necessary." Larry pondered and said, "Danielle must be desperate."

“Danielle… I haven’t seen you in ages.” I slowly turned to look at the girl—Beatrice Harrington in the flesh. She is wearing a Vince silk blouse paired with high-rise jeans, some Golden Goose sneakers, and a Chloé handbag. Her wavy hair now falls past her waist now. I remember she liked keeping her hair on the shorter side before.

she trailed off. Mr. Daniels studied her for a moment. Then his polite smile returned. “That’s quite a coincidence, Miss Brooks,” he said softly. “But I’m afraid I can’t share ownership details. If you’d like, I can arrange for someone from our legal department to contact you.” Sophia’s throat went dry. “That’s fine,” she said quietly. He nodded. “Very well. Please wait here a moment.” He turned and walked toward the elevator, pulling out his phone as he went.

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

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.

“Pretty deep talk for someone who just walked into the wrong bathroom.” Brooks smiled. Slow. Amused. “Maybe I walked in at the right time.” My jaw clenched. The air around us in the snap of a figure just felt different. Not quite uncomfortable. Not quite dangerous. But something. Something I didn’t like. I shifted my weight, already preparing to leave— But Brooks’ hand caught my arm. I went still. “Dylan,” he said, smooth and deliberate, like he was testing the texture of my name. “You’re actually my type.”

Oh Goddess… Please bless me and my unborn chi— “Excuse me, are you… Brianna Jones from Reverie Entertainment? The main dancer of swan group that went missing months ago?”

He said that she looked like she was just sitting there rocking her and talking to her consoling her until she calmed down, and fell asleep. When she brought her back over to my uncle, she told him that was a lot of excitement and she cried herself out. When my uncle took her to bed, he looked at her palm and there was no signs of a burn at all. “Gabe, I know what I saw. I’m not making this up. I think she healed her”, he tells me. “Is there anything in the archives?” I ask him. “Christine isn’t back yet, and there has been a lot going on and I haven’t had time to look, but Gabe, why don’t you just ask her?” he asks. Christine is Bob’s wife. She has a fancy archeology degree and does