Danielle Steel Audiobook Novels & Stories

She had an entire folder dedicated to sloppy romance movies, which seemed to take her mind off everything else. Her personal library was looking good as well. Finally, she could proudly say that she owned every single book written by Danielle Steel. The unread ones were stacked in or on her drawer, with a few tucked away in the closet. The ones she had finished reading were stored safely in her father's study, to be perused at her leisure.

"She needed to speak with you" I take the phone with me and head out of the room briefly to talk in private. "This is Nikolai. Who am I speaking with please?" "Hello? I'm so sorry but the driver of the car told me I could find your number in his phone. My name is Danielle, I was driving by when the car flipped" "Car? Who's in the car?" I ask not liking the answer before she's already said it.

Too late, she screams so loud that I go temporarily deaf in my right ear for a few minutes and when I don’t answer, I hear her say something muffled. Moving the phone to the other side, I ask, “Can you please repeat that?” “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I can’t believe it. My little Dani is finally going to have a family of her own.” She cries out right before she screams again.

“You can’t destroy someone like her. You have to outlive her.” He didn’t respond. But I saw the fire in his eyes. The same fire that had protected me more times than I could count. --- Later that night, Danielle returned. Her laptop was open before she even set her purse down. “I found something,” she said, eyes serious. “You both need to see this.” I braced myself. Because in my world? Good news always had a cost. She tapped a few keys. Pulled up an audio file. “Intercepted call. Robert and your stepfather.”

, I replied slowly. " Wow, what shame no one told me this earlier," Danielle took a sip of her wine. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the headboard. She seemed exhausted. I decided not to disturb her. That gave me a rare moment to admire Danielle's beauty. Her body was breathtaking. I wanted to run my hands over every curve of her. Today's evening was a real test of my strong will.

For now. --- The next morning, the scent of coffee drifted through the house, but it was the hushed conversation that caught my attention. Danielle was speaking with someone in the sitting room, her voice measured but firm. “I don’t need a reminder of what’s at stake.” A pause. A rustle of fabric. “You should,” the other voice replied. Female. Older. A thread of warning laced through her tone. “You’re playing with fire.” Danielle’s laugh was quiet, almost amused. “Maybe I like the burn.”

“Interesting.” “Okay, you’re starting to make me feel like some kid’s third-grade science project. What is so interesting?” “You’re interesting, Danielle. If that woman wasn’t a deabru, I’d be impressed.” Dannie sighed dramatically, lowering her shirt. “Please explain to the class?” “You have a strong magical current running through you,” she replied. “But I thought you said I wasn't—”

So thin I might snap at any minute. “Hello everyone.” A voice comes next. Cold. Commanding. Familiar. My nerves react instantly to it. Recognition flares hot inside me. The others begin murmuring around me. “Sorry to have kept you all waiting.” El Diablo? No. No. That can't be possible. “Diablo?” Anastasia's voice comes, fury lacing every word. “One and only.” Diablo's smug response comes from the other end of the line. “Is that Anastasia?” He teases. “The only woman bold enough to hold those men to ransom in Guccini's organization.”

REVA I sat in the car and watched the events unfold through the windshield. Danielle's desperation looked unreal as I watched her fall to her knees and crawl through the dirt toward Levi, her hands clutching at his, her body trembling as she begged and cried. Even from a distance, I could see the desperation in her movements and how she clung to him as if he were the only possibility for her sanity. But still, with all that, I felt nothing for her. Just a slow, burning anger that settled deep within my chest.

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Steel Princess © A. Gupta 2023. All rights reserved.