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Carlisle pulled me to the dancefloor and we began swaying to the music. "How are you finding the evening so far?" He asked. "Much better than the auction," I answered honestly. "That's true. Leone's can show a crowd a good time though so it's not a fair comparison." "Modesty on you?" I joked. He twirled me. "I have my moments," he said leading me through the dance. "Sorry to interrupt," Mr, Leone appeared, "I would like a word with Ms. Danielle, alone." Carlilse nodded, reluctantly letting go of me. His father respectfully took my hand and began leading me into a more stiff organised waltz. "How are you liking your time at Black Mansion," he asked.

Her gaze were fixed on the tiles floor "Thanks Seth. You look handsome like always "she replied sweetly. They both looked at each other briefly "Belle told me, you're a fan of Danielle Steel?" he said. More like a question "Oh that. I am a sucker for novels. Her use of words and imaginative figures are so_" "Unqiue?" he helped her complete the statement. Her lips parted into a small "You read...novels?" she asked slowly "Of course. Danielle Steel happens to be my favourite "he said. She watched as he dipped his hand into his backpack

She felt guilty for lying to her mother, she heaved a sigh, then put her phone on 'DO NOT DISTURB. There was a long silence; ten minutes had passed and still, no one said anything. Stacie kept fidgeting, shrugging her shoulders, she breathes coming out harshly. "Is it that we all are scared to go to the cabin at Lakewood? C'mon, it's just gonna be us, alcohol, weeds, sex, music and food, and it's gonna be fun," she stated matter-of-factly, raising a brow at Danielle.

Danielle My legs shook in my heels as I stood in front of the Carter building. It was huge. Covered in white paint, and glasses. “Are you going to go in, ma'am?” My assistant, Brielle asked, and I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Of course,” I answered her. As I headed up the steps, I tipped my chin. I was just Danielle anymore. I had to remember that. Constantly. The door was pushed open by the guards, and I took in the rest of the buildings. It was the perfect furniture. As someone that spent her whole life studying decor, I could tell that it was expensive just by looking at it.

And while she hadn’t exactly been looking forward to making any friends, Zoe was never one to give up on her pursuits. Sure enough, they became as thick and thieves. And now, said thieves were in Fiji on a getaway trip. “You can’t blame me,” The girl shrugged, turning to the ocean. “Nothing like a day at the beach to soothe the mind.” “Right.” She chuckled, going back to resting her head. “Soothe your mind from what exactly?” “Books. Don’t tell me you don’t feel drained by them too?” When Danielle didn’t budge, she flopped dramatically on her thighs. “Oh, the horrors. Just thinking about it makes my stomach churn.”

The steel arrived first, delivered on a Tuesday morning when Daniel was at the office and Adrian was on site, and the text he received at nine forty-seven was a photograph: the first column standing in its footing at the eighty-three-degree corner, the street behind it, the angle of the two roads meeting at the base of the thing that was beginning to exist. Daniel looked at the photograph on the 47 on the way to work and felt something in his chest that was the specific warmth of a thing actually happening. Not planned-for-happening, not anticipated-happening — present-tense, real, the steel in the ground at the corner of two streets in South Eastbridge. The corner, he texted. The corner, Ad

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She walked up to the woman standing behind her, and slowly Daniella pulled out a gun from her jacket. “I honestly do not want to have your blood for Breakfast so I am going to advise you to mind how you speak to me because one crazy turn of event can lead to you meeting your maker” Stella shivered, feeling Daniella’s hot breath land on her neck slowly. “So I am going to ask you again… what is it that you wanted?” The words came out slowly from Daniella’s mouth, her eyes dramatically following every silent movement Stella made. “Christian Harper owns a secret Agency.”

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 can be read as a stand-alone novel but if you want to learn better about their previous lives then you might wanna go check out PA first. **~~** Danny and Louis are reborn but one was born with the memories of their past lives while the other stays bound to the last words spoken to him on his deathbed. The only clue to unraveling their eternal bonds lies in their identical birthmarks, one of great meaning and importance. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. **~~** ®©