Danielle Panabaker Legs Novels & Stories

(IN THE FACE OF JEALOUSY) “PETER!” Daniela’s voice, calling his name that is enough to send him in glee. “Daniela.” Peter whispers, all mesmerize and in awe to the beauty that incomparable to anyone that the Shrine Maiden had. With the Maiden’s all white dress, white sandals and hair that is like gracefully swaying in the wind from the way she strides and took her steps running towards him. Peter couldn’t help but be fixed into the cloud of glee and wanting that Alliah sees all through and through him.

Minutes passed and he pulled out but he hadn't released. Daniella's breath was heavy and breathless. She was tired. Too tired, she began to plead. "Please..please..." she begged through sobs. "Come on, should we call it off. It's been a long time since I had you. Let's finish it, but I would make it easier on you. Give me your front." Daniella was a bit elated but soon froze after she turned around. Her ass hurt so bad, she couldn't lay on her back but she endured the pain, just like she used to those days.

She led me into a commercial grade kitchen where another group of women were chugging beer and pulling out hamburger and hotdog buns, condiments, and bags of chips. “Everyone, this is Dani,” Mags said. “Booker’s woman.” The group stopped what they were doing. And I mean, stopped. All of a sudden, I had ten sets of eyes on me, most curious, but one pissed. She was tall, probably five-foot-eight, dark hair with a purple strip dyed down the side and just like the rest of the ladies in the room, her hair was big. She wore a black pair of leather pants, a strapless bustier, and four-inch hooker boots. She looked like a p**n star complete with fake eyelashes and even faker boobs.

Danielle's smile froze for a second but she regained her demeanor quickly. Bibiana's dress was not the right fit but it's not bad, it's manageable. Surprisingly Danielle's dress fits her perfectly too. She looks happy as she stare at her reflection in the mirror provided in the private room. "The reason why Danielle's dress fit is because she is a size 8. Everyone can immediately tell her size. Bee is voluptuous, I am even surprised that the dress is not tight" Tokunbo said when she saw Danielle's face. She doesn't want her to have any funny ideas as to why her dress fits her perfectly.

Dani answered calmly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I already knew this was about to become messy. Chloe smirked. “How many bodies?” Dani laughed. “Just two.” The entire room exploded. “LIAR!” Ugo shouted instantly. Even I laughed because there was absolutely no way. Dani was hot as hell. Tall legs, perfect body, pretty face. And she had dated almost every famous athlete in school at one point. There was no universe where that woman only had two body counts. Dani grabbed a pillow and threw it at us. “I’m serious!”

Burning lungs, aching thighs and calves, fractured heart—I couldn’t feel anything else. “Kate? Two hours!? Slow down, you’re going to hurt yourself!” My head whipped to the right, where I found Danica dabbing at her damp forehead with a white cloth. The bright red head band she wore matched her muscle tank, and I didn't have to look any further down to know she was sporting a pair of dark grey leggings along with her favorite white and black Revolution 5 Nikes. Dani's concerned coffee tinted eyes were fixated on the pacing information of my treadmill. That reaction probably should’ve frightened me, because she pushes herself in the fitness department pretty hard as well, but I just didn’t ca

Soccer, surfing, biking , skating and many other things. Danielle also tries to search their list of friends, and bingo! She saw the two girls who were hanging out with Brent and Dale. She found out that the blond-haired girl is Chelsea Richardson. She's beautiful from head to toe, and she's clearly a fashionista. Every photos of her are almost perfect, and she looks like a professional and legit model. She is every guy's dream, and the subject of girls' envy. And last but not the least, there's Taylor Gabriel, the brunette girl. Based on her photos, she likes shopping, cooking and doing make up tutorials.

Danielle said calmly. “How is that possible? Someone in our department is a big fan of Maryton. She said your dress is 100 percent genuine.” “I wouldn’t go so far as to buy such expensive clothes when I’m still struggling to pay rent.” Danielle pursed her lips and ate her food nonchalantly. Anabelle looked at her in disbelief. “Really?” Danielle smiled. “Why would I lie to you?” Anabelle was doubtful, but she did not say anything else. After lunch, the two of them went upstairs together.

But she spoke again, and her next words caused me to pause. “It's not what you think. I'm not trying to seduce you. Hell, I couldn't seduce anyone even if I wanted to," Danielle said, her voice trembling, and I looked as she slowly turned her back to me. My heart stopped beating when she pulled her dress down. The skin on her back was a map of scars and pale lines hidden beneath the fabric of her dress, but they etched deeply into my memory the moment I saw them. It looked like years of abuse as they ran across her shoulders and spine like a cruel, living tattoo, and my lips moved, but nothing came out at first.

Just like that? The world was just so wicked. She had sowed so much, why wouldn't haters let her reap what she had sowed. Danielle hit the floor hard with her hand as she cried. She sure was going to deal with the wench called Emily once Anderson had captured her. She knew the dance would by then be going to an end so Danielle stood up on her feet, dabbed her teary eyes with a handkerchief, touched her makeup lightly and walked back into the hall—elegantly.