Danielle Steele Novels & Stories

After all, she was the mate of Alpha Cyrus Rhaziel. Danielle walked fastly by clutching the hem of her dress and a pounding heart. While she could hear the terrified noise in her ears and was aware that Belle Morte was definitely not a place for her! And after whatever happened just a while ago there was no way Danielle was going to stay any further. 'Why is she running aimlessly? Where is this woman sneakily going now?’

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

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.”

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.”

Chapter 5 Danielle's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER California smelt the same, but I wasn’t the same woman who had left five years ago. The Danielle Jules who’d been dragged through betrayal, humiliation, and the edges of death no longer existed. The woman stepping out of the black Rolls Royce in front of Reese Tower was smarter, richer, and infinitely more dangerous. Dressed in a custom made black silk with a slit high enough to turn heads. The paparazzi swarmed the entrance of Reese INC.’s grand opening, their cameras

“Danielle… I haven’t seen you in ages.” I slowly turned to look at the girl—Beatrice Harrington in the flesh. She is wearing a Vince silk blouse paired with high-rise jeans, some Golden Goose sneakers, and a Chloé handbag. Her wavy hair now falls past her waist now. I remember she liked keeping her hair on the shorter side before.

Drake I watched Daniella as she walked down the aisle with Julia. Clad in the figure-hugging blue dress I bought for her, she looked se*y as hell. While all eyes were on the bride, I couldn’t take my eyes off the bridesmaid with cascading hair shining like spun gold. Daniella took my breath away. She affected me like no other, not even Lara. In fact, Lara’s charm felt insignificant compared to hers. Maybe what I felt for Lara was nothing but a crush. It crumbled when she betrayed me, but the hurt remained locked in my heart for years. It vanished only when I vented it out in my drunken state.

Daniel said as soon as she entered. She stared at him, anger rising sharply through her whole body. What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Danielle asked. She was there for a reason and not to waste her precious time talking to someone like Daniel. Ever since Danielle landed her first television show, she stopped associating with people from the streets. She knew her career demanded that she stay around the rich, influential, and powerful. More importantly, she had already erased anything that could link her to her past, which was why no one even knew about her mother and she intended to keep it that way.

Danielle was enjoying afternoon tea while chatting with several maidservants. Dressed in a thin white dress, with naturally wavy hair, luscious red lips, and snow-white skin worthy of Snow White herself, Danielle stood out among the maids like the mistress of the estate. Lily recognized her former classmate at once. "Danielle? Isn't that the former campus beauty of Marry Academy?" "What is the meaning of this?" Lady Sarah shot the maid a cold glare. "Why is she here?" "M... My Lady, she's the billionaire's new girlfriend. Her name really is... Danielle," the frightened maid admitted.

I ask, remembering how shocked he was when he walked on me drunk, and getting humped by the older woman at the bar. “Who is Tara?” Danielle asks, “Are you having threesomes with other women?” She asks, leaning back when Rowan meets her gaze. “You’re right,” she nods. “I’ll just sit right here, forget I’m here.” “I can see you there, I can’t—what did I get myself into?” Danielle sighs, “Listen, if you want me to fight Noah, I can do that, but I’m not interested, I already stabbed you for fucking her in my bed, and now I want to see what’s so great about her.”