Danielle Steel Best Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He picked it up and held it for a moment, the scent of her still clinging to the plastic. For the first time in years, the Alpha King felt like he was the one being outmaneuvered—not by a rival Alpha, but by an Omega who had won his heart even without knowing. *** Danielle could swear that evening was going to be the best one of her life, she was getting engaged to the Alpha King and couldn’t be happier. Danielle sat before her vanity desk, her fingers trembling with excitement as she adjusted a diamond tiara she had gotten with Alpha Conrad’s black card.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“It’s been too long.” “Not long enough,” I muttered under my breath, rising to greet her. “Daniella,” Rome said, his tone dripping with charm, “meet Sarah, Adrian’s wife.” Daniella’s eyes flicked to Sarah, her expression briefly registering surprise before it was replaced with something more calculating. “Well, isn’t this interesting?” Daniella said, her tone sweet but laced with venom. “You’re quite the lucky man, Adrian.” Sarah smiled politely, though I could feel her tension. Daniella had always been a wildcard, her motives as sharp and dangerous as her tongue.

“You look beautiful.” Danielle wrinkles her nose and looks down at the dress. It’s light pink, low-cut, and flows around her legs when she walks. “I don’t look like I’m trying too hard to be on a tropical vacation?” “You are on a tropical vacation.” She laughs. “Well, thanks. You better look good too, Dawson. I need to show off my arm candy.” I get my shit and go into the bathroom to get ready. I’m done before Danielle and take my book onto the balcony to read. Half an hour later, Danielle’s hair is curled.

Knox Cromwell broke her! “Just do it, Mr. Cromwell!” she whispered, words failing her. Danielle didn’t share his excitement, nor his arousal. It was just an obligation, a compulsion, a gateway to her freedom. She had crushed upon him once, maybe even loved him once, but that was all history. She couldn’t feel the same for him again or for anyone else. That soft-hearted, impressionable Danielle died tonight!

A little girl that looks so much like her beautiful mother that he can not stop staring at her some times, marverling at the miracle of genes. “How is the book doing?” Adrien asks, distracting him. “It is a best seller, as I suspected. I didn't doubt for a second that it would be anything less than a sensation.” “Danielle did a wonderful job retelling your love story.” Adrien says and Asher smiles. “She embellished quite a bit, you know. But you are right, she did a great job and the sales are proving it. She is one of twenty bestsellers that the publishing house as aquired over the last few years.”

Or is it the Jamie effect Brit told me about? Whatever it is, I don't think I like it. "Hey, Danielle, wait up" Jamie calls "Danny" I respond as I ignore the part about me waiting up and climb up the ladder as fast as I can. End of Flashback And that right there is the story of how the best night of my life happened. Oh and you won't believe this, I actually went Skinny-dipping. "Oh, Danny, you know and we know that you do not regret leaving this apartment tonight" Beth says knowingly.

How else would he know about that? "Well, I guess you can say Charlie Waterston and I are old acquaintances," Adnan shrugged. "Do you like Danielle Steel?" he asked, realizing how stupid he sounded. Of course she liked Danielle Steel. Why else would she be reading her book? "Yes," she replied. "She's my second favorite author." "And I'm guessing J.K Rowling is your favorite?" "Are you perhaps a psychic?" she asked, genuinely shocked by the accuracy of his guessing. In a world where thousands of authors existed, it was shocking that he was able to get the answer right on the first guess.

“It’s gonna cost you, Olympus. The girl is tight and really sweet. I finger-fucked her myself. Tested the merchandise, you see. She should be fetching me a lot of money, at least until everything is concluded.” I turned slightly and saw Cecil watching us like a hawk. Hatred burned in her eyes. Not because I was being used. Because Davenport touched me. Because she wanted him. Disgusting. “Name whatever price. I’m up to it.” And that was it. I became Crane Olympus’ whore. He fucked me that night. So mean. So brutal. Every thrust was cruel. His face close to mine as he invaded me, showed no mercy. He was nothing like his son. Nothing.

I saw the little things no one else did—the strength beneath her gentleness, the fire hidden behind her poise. And it drove me mad. I leaned back in my chair. “You’re spiraling,” Danielle said without looking up from the tablet she’d just handed me. “I don’t spiral.” “You haven’t looked at a single document in ten minutes. Your eyes are glued to Emma like you’re about to propose. Again.” I smirked. “What if I am?” Danielle raised a brow. “Then you should warn security. Half the internet thinks she’s your secret wife already.” Good.