Danielle Steele Novels & Stories

Now it pulsed on the screen as if she had left me a living echo. The text unfolded, block by block. —Offer: $10,000,000 for one Mei-Ling Chen original. Any canvas. Immediate transfer. — Daniel let out a low whistle. “Ten million? For one painting? That’s not art money. That’s something else.” I pressed my palms flat on the table. “They want more than paint. They want what she hid inside it.” More words scrolled. —Caution: Vivienne Steele. Alias Victoria Steele. Not new to this game. Not safe.—

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

My three best people in the world cheering me on. "And the winner of The 'Designers Den' Contest is..." Molly Mae pauses, building more tension in the room. She slowly opens the envelope and smiles at the crowd. Then she smiles at Stella. But she doesn't smile at me. Stella Stone is definitely the winner. And she knows it. She throws me a smirk and turns to look at the host, waiting to hear her name. "DANI FOX!" Molly Mae screams. "THE WINNER OF THE DESIGNER'S DEN CONTEST!" *****

The Gala Trap "Absolutely not," Daniella said, holding up a dress that looked like it cost more than Arielle's rent. "You can't wear black. You'll disappear. Become furniture." "I want to disappear. Become furniture." "You're meeting a stalker at a charity gala to trick him into revealing his evil plan." Daniella thrust a red dress at her. "You need to look like you have secrets. Like you're the main character." "I am the main character?"

With another woman. “Name’s Cassandra,” Danielle added. “PR strategist. Hired her three weeks ago. Been meeting Diane and Robert on the sly. Guess what her specialty is?” “Spin control,” I muttered. Danielle nodded. “They’re planning a counter-strike. Probably a scandal.” I closed my eyes briefly. This wasn’t just a celebration anymore. It was a battleground. --- I stood at the center of the stage later that night, holding the mic with steady fingers. “To be silenced and still speak,” I said slowly, “is the true definition of resilience. I stand here today not as someone unbroken… but as someone who learned how to rebuild herself piece by piece.”

She then exclaimed, "Are you being completely clueless? Utterly useless!" The stylist covered her face, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry, Ms. Love. I'll be more careful." Daniella glared at the stylist before resuming her seat. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Annoyed, Daniella glanced at her phone, and her face lit up with excitement when she saw it was a text from Casey. She eagerly clicked on it. Casey: [My apologies. Something came up, so I've been hospitalized for recovery.]

Chance Kyson We were waiting in the meeting room and the door opened revealing none other than Danielle Leone, the woman that everyone has been curious about and the woman who has Dean under her fingertips. "Hello everyone, I'm Danielle Leone." She introduced herself and Phoenix gestured her to sit down. "I guess we have to go through all of it from the start." She said and she started to tell us about everything that she went through 8 years ago and then about Parker and then about her amnesia and lastly.. about the situation with the original ILLICIT members.