Romance Novels Danielle Steel Novels & Stories

[ A/N: 18+ scene up ahead. Readers are to expect more scenes like this, as the book progresses. ] Danielle's POV The intensity of his gaze, the firmness of his hands, as they pinned mine to the bed. Brandon was an absolute pleasure beast. His blue eyes ran down my body, leaving a trail of unquenchable flames, flames that I'd gladly allow to consume me. With his other free hand, he pried my legs open, spreading then widely apart.

Just thinking about it made my pussy throb with yearning. “Davina?” “Yes?” “You’re not saying anything. Why’d you go so quiet all of a sudden? And why were you even trying to kiss your ex-husband?” I ran my tongue over my lips smoothly, my eyelids fluttering. “Don’t take it seriously, Cam. It was a mistake, okay? And it’s not like it even happened.” “But it could have,” his stern voice retorted. “You’re someone else now, Danielle. And after what happened between us last night… I didn’t imagine…”

“I don’t want to waste another word on you.” Danielle gritted her teeth, then smiled wickedly. “Don’t worry. I’ll send you an invitation to my wedding with Damon.” I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “I don’t care if you marry him. Go ahead. Enjoy Damon with six other women if you want. Spend your whole life chasing a love that will never come. Let me give you my unsolicited advice…Focus on something else because Alpha Damon will never love you.” Her eyes bulged, and her face contorted in anger. She raised her hand again, trembling with rage.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

“This came for you, Signora.” My stomach sinks. Not again. I haven’t received any gifts from the secret admirer in days. What now? “I’ll open it later.” “No.” Dante takes it from her hands before I can stop him. His expression hardens as he rips the lid open. A set of black silk lingerie spills out. A small envelope falls to the floor. He bends, picks it up, and rips it open. His jaw tightens as he reads. “I thought this would look sexy on you. From your secret admirer, Ronan.”

His eyes fell on me briefly and then on Carlilse's hand on mine before looking away. "Lexi, so good to see you," Mr Leone sounded surprised yet greeted her with a broad smile, his eyes briefly fell on Constantine before he turned back to her. "how's your father?" "He is fine, Mr Leone," she smiled sweetly at him. And then as if he suddenly he remembered something his eyes scanned the table. Falling on me. "Ms. Danielle is it?" He asked. "That is correct, sir." The words fumbled out. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you dear," his smile was broad and welcoming. It was not what I was expecting at all. "I hope you save me a dance after dinner."

he teased his face coming closer. “What does she have for me to be jealous of?” Danny asked rolling her eyes. When she made contact with him again his eyes were gold. She gulped unconsciously. “First off she’s pretty, stronger than you, has more knowledge about where she comes from. Badass like you call it and are you forgetting she’s a princess?” “That doesn’t faze me” she said her voice not wavering. “This isn’t about Stephanie, is it? Do you like me or something Daniella?”

I sucked in my breath just by the mention of the book. I never read dark romance novels, it always grosses me out, the male lead is a pure shitty devil while female lead is always a pure kind hearted angel. The book I love to read is in which there is a bubbly bakery characters. Those kinds of books make me reach my dreamland. Dylan and me.. Oh god!! I sighed. Concentrate Naomi. I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table.

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She turned around and headed back upstairs without another word. Like clockwork, Elena entered Dani’s room at seven in the evening to announce supper. Dani had spent the entire day in her room, reading an English copy of Anna Karenina that she’d borrowed from the library. She’d been sucked into the story before she knew it, and while it seemed like a waste of the day when she could’ve been planning her escape, it felt good to finally be distracted with something after the last few days. Dani hopped off the bed and straightened her peach-colored dress for the day. She descended downstairs to the dining hall, only to find Alexei sitting at one end of the long table. Tableware was arranged on t