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The next morning, just as dawn broke, light rain drizzled beneath the harsh cries of crows as Anna dragged her suitcase across the courtyard and ran into Danielle. Danielle looked at her in surprise, then glanced at the huge suitcase. She scratched her head, clueless about what was happening, her face filled with suspicion. “Don’t celebrate too early, Danielle!” Anna hissed. Danielle pointed at herself. “M... Me? What did I even do?” “You’re just the billionaire’s newest toy... once he gets bored, you’ll be tossed into the trash too. I’ll live long enough to watch that day come.” Anna angrily brushed past Danielle, even shoving her hard enough that she nearly fell. Danielle stared after her

Not sticking to any particular genre, she likes to test her boundaries in writing. Danielle McNeil writes paranormal/supernatural stories that involve vampires and werewolves. Her works include The Immortals vampire series and The Bane Colony werewolf series. A graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor in Fine Arts for creative writing and entertainment, she has experience with script writing, comic writing and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading paranormal romance novels and listening to classic or rock music. McNeil lives in North Carolina with her siblings.

“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.

Nathan says before he leaves. Damian comes downstairs not long after and sits on the other couch with one of my books. My heart constricts when I realise that it's the book Danielle used to steal from me, The Picture of Dorian Gray. I feel like an asshole for not always thinking about her. I'll never forget about her, but I feel like I've moved on too early. I glance at Cole when he's looking at me concerned. He sees the book and he must realise what I'm thinking about.

Finding them wasn't easy but she did at last. She knows it's them because they all have a dragon head tattoo on their arms. And there's only one way to find out. Her charms. "You all are going to pay for what you did to me. I'm not going to spare anyone this time. It's time for my revenge and that's what I'm going to do!." She yelled at no one. She took her phone and called Damien. "Yes Eva." His voice came up almost immediately. "Tell me where did you get this information from?." She asked.

A terrible possibility enters my head and I almost spit out my wine. I detect a slight change to Dani’s demeanour, a curve to her lips and her eyes are shining, as she holds his gaze for a fraction too long. Steve’s face breaks into his charming smile as his eyes sparkle. I gulp my wine as I wonder if either of them knows what they’re letting themselves in for.

Danielle paced the length of the Persian rug, her fingers twisting the diamond on her left hand until it dug into her skin and stung. "I can't wait until winter, Mother," Danielle hissed, her eyes darting to the morning tabloids spread across the coffee table. "Nadia is slowly taking him. She isn't just his staff anymore; she’s becoming the face of the Bradley Group. Did you see the stock reports? They’re all singing her praises. That bitch does not deserve all the accolades she is getting. If I don't act now, I’ll be a footnote in my own marriage."

I opened my eyes and glanced around the tent. That's when I noticed a small stash of books under her cot, and my excitement grew. I walked over and sifted through the pile, having a feeling that Danielle wouldn't mind if I borrowed one to read. It wasn't as if I was taking it out of her room. I selected a glossy paperback with a woman in a lavish, old-fashioned dress on the cover. The wear on its spine indicated it had been well-loved and read more than the other books in her collection. Taking it as a good sign, I settled into one of the folding chairs to enjoy some reading.

Just one way in and one way out. ​A small speaker near the ceiling popped with a burst of static. ​"I wondered how long it would take you to read that last page, Kaelen," Greta’s voice came through, sounding like she was just making a standard phone call from the front office. ​Kaelen turned slowly, looking up at the metal speaker grate. His jaw locked tight, and his grey eyes turned a sharp, bright gold in the dim light of the desk lamp. ​"You handed the pack over to the Ironbound for a paycheck, Greta?" he asked, his voice low.

, I replied slowly. " Wow, what shame no one told me this earlier," Danielle took a sip of her wine. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the headboard. She seemed exhausted. I decided not to disturb her. That gave me a rare moment to admire Danielle's beauty. Her body was breathtaking. I wanted to run my hands over every curve of her. Today's evening was a real test of my strong will.