Danielle Steel Best Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"What did you say?" "Have I ever lie to you? Instead of me to lie to you I will rather keep quiet. You should know me well by now" Danielle turn off the TV and turn to Bibiana "Bee I love him, I will rather try and lose than regret it for the rest of my life" "Danielle you are not in love with him. You are obsessed with him because he said No"

“Well, you know that you’re the one that he fantasizes about. That’s why he wouldn’t look at you.” Daniela smiled. “I know.” I stared at her, surprised. “And here I thought you were all innocent. Have you been doing something you shouldn’t be, Berni?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m a teenage girl. I read. Romance novels, fanfiction. If it’s got smut, I’m there.” I raised an eyebrow. “What about porn?” Daniela made a face. “No. Porn’s too awkward. I need a little fantasy. I can’t just watch stuff like that, you know.”

He couldn’t know Rome and I were over. “He just got done scheduling someone else.” “Wh-what?” “Five minutes ago. He booked the one he’d wanted in the first place.” Danielle. Stunning, glamorous, sensual Danielle. Who ticked every one of Roman’s type boxes. “The Russian was as determined to have her as he’d been with you. He’s definitely through with you, darling.” I didn’t know whether to scream—or cry. Roman had gone back to his old ways, the asshole was at it again. Former hobbyist, my ass!

A softness she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Three nights. Three men. Three completely different ways of being wanted. And now… Her stomach fluttered. Tonight was Cole. Which felt entirely different. Cole wasn’t fire like Jax. Wasn’t dominance like Nolan. Wasn’t chaos like Ace. Cole was quiet storms. Slow earthquakes. The kind of attraction that pulled you in without asking. And she hadn’t forgotten the way he looked at her lately. Ashley pushed out of bed, showered, and stepped into the hallway.

The sophisticated, smart and beautiful heiress of the clan of Mendez, is someone that also had the two-face sinister heart deep inside. “Then, what kind of story are you going to write?” Not about HIS curiosity for that fact, knowing that HE long knew what Aira chooses before HE even gave the gift. Aira smiles and said with the thankful and a half cunning tone. “Daniela loves romantic stories. She also loves Shakespeare’s tragedy play. So, I am thinking of doing such with my very own façade of a love story.” A wide grin draws on HIS face. Along with the cunning smile that the holder is now showing. With the undeniably plan that is both dreadful and creative.

I reached for her hand as we entered the room, the gathered crowd parting like waves before us. She didn’t pull away. She never did anymore. “Smile,” I whispered, and she obeyed. They all looked at her, mesmerized. They saw the beauty, the power, the dangerous allure that came from standing at my side. None of them could see the cracks beneath the surface. That was mine alone to see. They could look, but they couldn’t touch what fucking belonged to me. Sabrina was mine… mine in every sense of the word. Mine to touch.

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

I go dreamy; oblivious of whom I'm talking to. "Are you sure Northanger Abbey is what you want?" Liam asks, as though trying to correct my scruple. Well . . . Looking around, I spot a few of Danielle Steels' books and she's one of my favorite authors. "Can I just have Malice?" I ask, and Liam doesn't budge for a minute. I try to keep calm, watching him moving graciously, before he plucks a well preserved copy of Malice. I think I'm going to stick with the latter tonight. It was my first novel to read, so it's kind of exciting to reread it.

But she knew this—she would not be tamed. And somewhere in the shadows, Dante poured a glass of bourbon, thinking about the girl with dust on her boots and fire in her eyes. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a letter—yellowed, creased, and signed by a name Gabrielle had never seen. Julian Virelli.

Danielle “Will you just listen to your best friend and know that she is looking out for you?” Kim asked. “You’ve only ever been with one guy and he kind of ripped you off, so you’re both naïve and gun-shy in the face of hot guys.” “I’m not a child, Kim,” I pointed out. “I’m not saying you are, Dani. But you’re sweet and you see the good in everyone. You even give Steve somewhat of the benefit of the doubt most of the time.”