Romance Danielle Steel Novels & Stories

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.

My vision was clouded with lust and reluctance. “Cam, we can’t…” I gasped, but the words were useless. I needed that. For him to make love to me, but still, it felt wrong. His eyes, dark and heavy, burned into mine. Cameron leaned in, whispering in a voice thick with rasp, desire, and command. “We’re allowed to have five minutes too, Danielle.”

Before I could react, Danielle charged forward, grabbed my collar, and screamed hysterically, "You sleazebag! You tricked me into taking out a loan with a fake stamp, then went ahead and sold the real one to buy yourself a villa here! "Do you think we Daltons are pushovers? You'd better give us an explanation right now, or this isn't over!" Drew rushed up as well, shouting, "Wyatt, if you hadn't tricked Danielle with the fake stamp, she never would've fenced it for a loan. If she hadn't taken the loan, she wouldn't have spent money on clothes and belts for me. And if she hadn't bought me those things, Brick wouldn't have come after me!

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.”

he said. I think he was holding out hope that we would get married. And the longer I spent with Daniela, the more that idea didn’t sound so terrible. If she were my wife, I could protect her. Of course, I had no idea what Daniela wanted. What I did know was that I enjoyed every, single part of her. One afternoon, we were out on the patio reading. Daniela’s ankle had mostly healed. She was wearing a light, blue dress that reminded me of the summer sky that was out. She looked up at me. “How do I make you cum?” she asked.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

Her voice trailed off as she was dragged away by the guards. “Who the hell is she?” Romeo asked as soon as the human was out of view. He knew what I could do if I was disrespected, and he was surprised that I didn't kill the human and to protect my mate, I didn't reply him and faced Danielle who I needed at that time for Draca to feed on. “I heard you fuck so, Danielle,” I grabbed her hand and turned her around. Danielle smiled and flipped her long black hair. “I'll give you the best night, your highness,” she promised and flashes her lashes at me.

He couldn’t know Rome and I were over. “He just got done scheduling someone else.” “Wh-what?” “Five minutes ago. He booked the one he’d wanted in the first place.” Danielle. Stunning, glamorous, sensual Danielle. Who ticked every one of Roman’s type boxes. “The Russian was as determined to have her as he’d been with you. He’s definitely through with you, darling.” I didn’t know whether to scream—or cry. Roman had gone back to his old ways, the asshole was at it again. Former hobbyist, my ass!