Danielle Coleman Novels & Stories

Floor 18, 10:00 a.m. sharp. The elevator doors slid open onto a quieter floor: frosted glass partitions, soft lighting, the low hum of focused people who looked like they ate spreadsheets for breakfast. A woman in her early thirties was already waiting by the reception island: tall, East-Asian, black hair in a sleek bob, wearing a forest-green sheath dress and an expression that said she had zero time for bullshit. “You’re Kol,” she said, not a question. She stuck out her hand. Grip like iron. “Danielle Park. I run Forensic Accounting and Special Investigations. Come on.”

Emma Coleman's Narrative My name is Emma Coleman and this is my story. I'm the only daughter of Samuel Coleman, the CEO of Coleman Airways. Standing at a height of 5'11", I have a slim figure with ample curves that accentuate my wide hips. I possess a captivating physique that even my father's friends and employees can't help but admire. I was in my final year at Malmo University, studying industrial engineering before I dropped out of school and went after Brandon Henderson. A man who stole my heart and went back to Stockholm.

It was from Dad. “Hello Pumpkin, Damian would be having a concert at the circle hall beside the museum. Do not miss it.” Zara peeped into my phone and laughed heartily, then she pushed me into the bathroom. [Author’s Pov] Coleman walked into the club, and met a petite womandressed in a black gown with a large scarf covering her face. Her fingers held out a Cigarette, and she puffed out more. Coleman sat beside her, ordering a strong drink from the bartender.

Even with the dim light, she could still recognized the woman riding Alex. Daniella Salmon, a B-list actress in the same agency as her. An actress with a popularity rate of over two million fans. A two-face b*tch with a fake Goddess personality. Her senior in Hale Entertainment Industry, a tier 5 company owned by Alex Hale's family in Florida Metropolitan. Without a second thought, Lynette started taking videos of the scene, something she only sees on p**n site. “Hmmm…Dani…“ Lynette heard Alex groaning while whispering hoarsely, trembling as his climax surged through him.

She was going to build something solid to stand on. Vivienne Cole was twenty-eight years old. American, raised in London from age ten, which accounted for any accent inconsistencies. Arts philanthropy consultant specializing in European collectors seeking placement with American institutions. Specific enough to be credible. Complex enough that detailed questions could be deflected with jargon. Legitimate enough to warrant a Blackwell Foundation Gala invitation without raising flags. The name was deliberate. She’d taken it from the file, from Xavier’s head of security, Cole Mercer. She had used names adjacent to a mark’s inner circle to create some kind of subliminal familiarity.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

She ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh but the moment looked so breathtaking, she was a model of course, I would expect her composures to be nothing but perfect. "You really know how to put on a show" I whisper more to myself, but Camila heard and her head snapped toward me in the swiftest and calmest way. "You really know how to use our words don't you Camorra?" she asks with a witty smile, batting her lashes, almost in slow motion. "I have no idea what you mean" I defend trying to hide my smile behind a glass of water. "Is that right?" Camila asks letting her eyes roam over my face casually. "You have a meeting with Clair in precisely ten minutes" she says getting up from her cha

Cole greeted, he wasn't expecting to meet a tall Asian girl at the door, "Is Korina in? I am here to see her." "Yes, she is." Anne smiled stretching out her hand, "You must be Cole I have heard so much about you." Cole too her hand, "And you are?" He asked feeling slightly embarrassed. "I am Anne." "Hey Cole." Daniella said interrupting them. "Hey Daniella, nice to meet you again." He smiled as they shook hands. "Uhhmmm....uhmmm." They all turned to see Korina standing there looking at them. "Uhmm..." Cole assessed her, "You look beautiful and ravishing." He complemented running his eyes through her length.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.