Romance Novels By Danielle Steel Novels & Stories

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” She hesitated for a heartbeat, her gaze darting toward me, searching for some reprieve. There was none. Slowly, reluctantly, her hand moved again, skimming over her bare skin with an aching hesitance. “Good girl,” I crooned, my voice soft but edged with steel. “But not good enough.” I stepped closer again, my hand brushing hers away, replacing it with my own. She stiffened beneath my touch, her defiance sparking to life once more.

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

It made me want to cry just looking at it. "That's so romantic! I'm sure she said yes right away," I said. "There's no way I could have said no if someone did that to me." "Actually..." *** "I mean, she certainly didn't date any other boys in high school, but I've never been quite sure," Mr. Watson said. "There was so much chaos afterword that I never heard an answer. She looked stunned, and Ray was on his feet before long. He hugged her tightly and whispered something in her ear. She let him put the dime store ring on her finger. We all thought it was official, but I guess puppy love never lasts."

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

The night air hits my face, cold and sharp, but it does nothing to slow down my racing heart. I walk to the far corner of the balcony, and there she is. Daniella is standing by the stone railing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her shoulders are shaking slightly, and she is staring down at the dark gardens below. "Daniella," I say softly. She jumps, spinning around quickly. When she sees me, her big eyes go wide with fear and panic. She takes a step back, pressing her back against the cold stone railing. I cross the space between us in three fast strides. I don't care about the gala inside. I don't care about Freya, my grandfather, or the marriage contract. Right now, there is only

She played with the food, especially the leaf on it before cutting the steak in half and stuffing it in her mouth. “At least they seasoned this thing. God forbid I call it food.” After we ate, we sat in silence for a while before I offered her a dance. She grimaced at the idea but accepted my hand. I pulled her to the dance floor and started to get nervous when she came close to my body. Which was funny. Sandy and I have danced before but this time, she was going to be so close to me in this dress. When her arms went around my shoulders and I felt her breasts brush my chest, I gulped and hesitantly wrapped my arms around her waist. We moved to the soft music playing in the background while I

“Me too. I should probably get back to her.” “Right. What’s your full name?” “Nolan Blackburn, Beta.” “I, Lena Hartgraves, reject you, Beta Nolan Blackburn, as my mate.” “I, Beta Nolan Blackburn, accept your rejection.” I feel a pinch in my chest, then nothing. All that I felt for Lena is gone, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Judging by Lena’s smile, she’s happy too. Now, I just have to get inside and fix this mess. Paige stands at the door. I move closer and see tears shining on her face. Oh no.

“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.

Dana moved down to Kimber's legs and started to rub a vibrator over her exposed girl-parts. A loudish slurping sound reach their ears, and both she and Mike looked over and saw Steve and Conner taking advantage of Danielle's wanton harlotry. She had Conner's cock in her mouth, sucking like it was the only thing giving her air, and Steve's in her right hand, stroking in time with her sucks. "That's Danielle, on the floor there with Conner and Steve," Kelly said, leaning into Mike. "She's the one that's living with us."

I wanted to know the answers so desperately, I almost moaned out loud. “See, you’re doing it again, thinking those deliciously dark and dirty thoughts.” I didn’t even try to deny it. What would be the point? I was having dirty thoughts about him. I had been having them since the moment I had set eyes on him. Everyone always thought Dion was the gorgeous one of the band, and they weren’t wrong, but he wasn’t the only one who could grace the covers of a romance novel. Jax was beautiful in a totally masculine way.