Danielle Brooks Novels & Stories

Danielle turned over to her brother who still looked angry. Dylan faced Chloe, and couldn't see anything. He couldn't even read her facial expression and emotions. His prosopagnosia was something he dreaded. "I'm...I'm Ariel Peterson, Mr Dylan's new secretary" She sad. "What? My Secretary? You know what, I take it back. Leave here and never return" Dylan said coldly. "What?" Chloe muttered. "You heard me. Leave" "Can you just calm down?" Danielle spoke loudly to her brother not minding if he was older or just seeing him for the first time in 8 years.

All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine" Danielle met Britney at the Greenwich Hotel where they both work as waitresses. It has been hell for Danielle working there, no one liked her especially her manager Mr. Spencer. He despised her for turning him down several times. He made sure she worked her ass out while working in the hotel, he made her close from work late than any other person. Several times she thought of resigning but she had nowhere else to work, she had no degree and the thoughts of this baby made her more frustrated. What if Mr. Spencer finds out about this baby, "I'll be so gone". She hated her condition, she hated the baby. Danielle's

I just wanted the night to be over with so I could rest my head on a pillow and sleep. I got to the bathroom and quickly splashed some water on my face. Thankfully my makeup was water proof so the water did not wash it off. On my way out of the bathroom, I bumped into someone. I apologized and looked up to see a lady scowling at me. "You must be Danielle" she said. "Uhm, yes I am" I said, wondering who she was. "I'm Anita Brussels." "Nice to meet you." "I can't say the same, unfortunately"

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.

Ayesha's POV Danielle Osei arrived at the Brooklyn space at nine on Wednesday morning in the specific way of a person who understood that arriving when you said you would arrive was not a courtesy but a professional baseline, and she was tall and direct and had the quality of someone who had spent enough time in rooms that resisted her ideas to have learned not to announce them defensively but to place them in the room with enough confidence that the room had to contend with them. She looked at Ayesha and said, "You're the person from London."

Chapter Ten[ The Secret Entry zone] Danielle is enjoying herself at the moment. David wants to take her on a covert trip. Danielle is innocent and a decent, highly educated professional degree holder with a doctorate in psychiatry. They are both inclined to adventures as they search for the hidden exit location to leave the country and the entry point of another closest and nearby island to move straight forward into safe travel towards his homeland in Europe.

Suddenly, Carole appeared in front of her and held out his hand. “Beautiful lady, may I be your dance partner?” “Young Master Carole... the billionaire's younger brother...” Danielle looked up in astonishment. “Don't call me Young Master. If you don't want people to laugh at you and make you drink as punishment, then say yes.” Danielle looked up at the upper floor once again. She hoped the billionaire would appear, even though she knew it would never happen. But she could no longer see him anywhere. Perhaps the billionaire had taken that woman somewhere private to have fun.

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.

Danielle must have never thought in her life that she, a wolf less weak girl, would be the mate of the most powerful person of the whole darn supernatural realm. She was a runway woman who had escaped her small village from some other kingdom and arrived at Selene years ago. Danielle had no clue that one day the supreme alpha would lay his eyes on her and would be smitten with her. She was just a regular and ordinary woman who was a powerless one which limited her opportunities of rising in the society. It made her work as a dishwasher in the brothel which was proven as a luck for her future.

“They said ten. It’s ten-oh-five. You brought this on yourself.” I padded out in my socks, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over my hands. “Why do I feel like I’m being kidnapped?” “You are,” Danielle said, stepping inside like she owned the place. She wore oversized sunglasses and an all-black outfit that screamed wealth with an agenda. Behind her walked a woman I hadn’t properly met yet—technically, we’d only met during the dinner. Xander’s mother. Natasha Blake. And suddenly, I forgot how to breathe. ---