Danielle Steel Romance Novels & Stories

The gesture was incredibly friendly, almost romantic, but Ollie didn't react at all. Elsie tried not to worry. Ollie had told her that they'd had a thing in the past, but he swore it was in the past. Even though that little cheek-wipe didn't look very past-ish. She thought of all the images she'd seen when she looked him up that one time. He always had a beautiful lady on his arm. It had always been someone with beauty like Nikki, not like her.

Danielle lowered her head and smiled. Hazel frowned. “No way. The romance between you is beautiful. Do they have to turn it into an absurd drama? Isn’t he the CEO of Crest Empire? Can’t he handle a small problem like this?” “It’s not his problem. I… I can’t give him the love he wants.” “Girl, don’t tell me you’re still in love with Max, that scum.” Danielle responded, “Hazel, I told you I’m not an orphan.” “I know, you have a brother.”

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling, giggling as I anticipate what more is in store for me. I end up craving food after being bent over each corner of the penthouse, fucking, and riding each other, relieving every tension and moment we’ve ever lost over a couple of hours. Brandon was supposed to take me somewhere fancy, but I’m too tired and sore to even move, so he agrees to have dinner at the Australian steak-house restaurant across the building. This simple romantic dinner turns out to be what I’ve always wanted. John is very keen on following his boss’s instructions and brought me a casual pink Valentino blouse, jeans, and fresh lingerie I can put on tonight.

Ryan repeated but Alex kept standing. "You can't? Is your more important than our pretty lady's life here?" Ryan said as he pushed me closer to the edge of the cliff and Alex quickly knelt down. "Alright I'm on my knees, do not hurt her" Alex said and Ryan laughed "This is much more fun than I expected, the great Alexander Sanchez, the doctor that has never had any failed surgery, kneeling before me" he said amidst laughter. "I've done what you wanted so let Jasmine go" Alex said.

He wanted to remain in contact with the stunning brunette. Danielle sighed and flipped her hair as she turned. It seemed she couldn't escape the presence of his epic cock for now. "Sure."

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Danielle punched her arm to bring her out of her dream world. “Where did that come from? He didn’t offer to sleep with me. It’s just a formal agreement of surrogacy to pacify Vincent Cromwell and get him disinterested in marriage.” Although she tried to look unaffected, Loretta’s obsession with Knox Cromwell made Danielle jealous. After all, there was a time when she used to dream of a happily ever after with the guy. He still was her first and only crush! “Whatever! Tell me if you’re disinterested. I would love to bear his children for free if he allows me to sleep with him.” Danielle gave her a disgusted look.

cracked the last restraint in the room. Nolan moved first. His hand slid from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her into a kiss that was pure claim. His tongue swept against hers, tasting whiskey and the faint salt of her skin, and she moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through all four of them.

Danielle “That’s the thing, Danielle, you can’t be pack-less because you already have a pack. Darling, don’t get yourself all worked up for nothing. It’s not like I am really going to steal your life, as you make it seem. You have refused to listen to me. If you just listen to me instead of getting yourself all worked up, then we can actually talk.”

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.