Romance Novels By Danielle Steel Novels & Stories

“It’s gonna cost you, Olympus. The girl is tight and really sweet. I finger-fucked her myself. Tested the merchandise, you see. She should be fetching me a lot of money, at least until everything is concluded.” I turned slightly and saw Cecil watching us like a hawk. Hatred burned in her eyes. Not because I was being used. Because Davenport touched me. Because she wanted him. Disgusting. “Name whatever price. I’m up to it.” And that was it. I became Crane Olympus’ whore. He fucked me that night. So mean. So brutal. Every thrust was cruel. His face close to mine as he invaded me, showed no mercy. He was nothing like his son. Nothing.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

I would not allow Adrian fucking Valentino walk over me like he was used to doing to other girls. I was determined to show him that I was not one of the many girls who threw themselves at him and would do every of his biddings. I was Danielle Dawson. I was a different type of breed. I was confident, strong, and beautiful, and no body, not even the most powerful man in the whole of New York, could break me and make me feel less of myself. Adrian cleared his throat a second time, the sound echoing in the room, breaking me out of my reverie and restoring the room to silence once more.

She had an entire folder dedicated to sloppy romance movies, which seemed to take her mind off everything else. Her personal library was looking good as well. Finally, she could proudly say that she owned every single book written by Danielle Steel. The unread ones were stacked in or on her drawer, with a few tucked away in the closet. The ones she had finished reading were stored safely in her father's study, to be perused at her leisure.

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The one I had left at Jake’s place last weekend after helping him work on his bike. I thought it was missing. I blinked back the lust pooling in my eyes but it didn't stop the heat that rushed down between my legs. My crush was sniffing on my shirt with his hands fisting his cock. I stood frozen, ignoring my heart dancing behind my chest as he inhaled deeply from my shirt, his hand moving faster on his cock. “Fuck… Danielle,” he growled under his breath, so quiet. The sound sent a ripple through me, my nipple tightened again my shirt poking out. I knew i should've worn a bra.

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling, giggling as I anticipate what more is in store for me. I end up craving food after being bent over each corner of the penthouse, fucking, and riding each other, relieving every tension and moment we’ve ever lost over a couple of hours. Brandon was supposed to take me somewhere fancy, but I’m too tired and sore to even move, so he agrees to have dinner at the Australian steak-house restaurant across the building. This simple romantic dinner turns out to be what I’ve always wanted. John is very keen on following his boss’s instructions and brought me a casual pink Valentino blouse, jeans, and fresh lingerie I can put on tonight.

The sophisticated, smart and beautiful heiress of the clan of Mendez, is someone that also had the two-face sinister heart deep inside. “Then, what kind of story are you going to write?” Not about HIS curiosity for that fact, knowing that HE long knew what Aira chooses before HE even gave the gift. Aira smiles and said with the thankful and a half cunning tone. “Daniela loves romantic stories. She also loves Shakespeare’s tragedy play. So, I am thinking of doing such with my very own façade of a love story.” A wide grin draws on HIS face. Along with the cunning smile that the holder is now showing. With the undeniably plan that is both dreadful and creative.

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