Romans & histoires Romance Novels Danielle Steel

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?"

She read the details of the said website and Danielle smiled. She loved reading and writing romance stories. Her interest aroused again. She logged into the website and filled in the necessary information needed to apply as an author/writer online. Before going to sleep, she prayed to God that all her plans will go out well. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. The night was peaceful and warm. As the morning sun rises, Danielle woke up from her bed. She stood up and tidied her bed before going outside the house. She looked

“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.

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.

Chapter 5 Danielle's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER California smelt the same, but I wasn’t the same woman who had left five years ago. The Danielle Jules who’d been dragged through betrayal, humiliation, and the edges of death no longer existed. The woman stepping out of the black Rolls Royce in front of Reese Tower was smarter, richer, and infinitely more dangerous. Dressed in a custom made black silk with a slit high enough to turn heads. The paparazzi swarmed the entrance of Reese INC.’s grand opening, their cameras

Dani sighed as she leaned back into her pillow, her fingers lightly touching the bandages on her collarbone. "I know." he mumbled with a shake of his head. "But I still don't have to love that my baby sister has found her mate. "That Alpha of yours-" "Waylon." "Yes, Waylon, found his mate hiding in a bathroom with Stella. She's an Omega named Fern. She's quite lovely" "A second chance mate?" Dani had been staring at the ceiling but now her head turned and she stared at Luca, her eyes wide as a smile broke across her face.

Especially with Angel and her goons. She laughed and focused her attention on Dmitry. “You see Mr. Whoever-You-Are, our girl Dani is a prude. Guys almost as handsome as you show interest in her, and well, let’s just say the feeling is anything but mutual. She thinks she’s too good for anyone in this town.” Not giving him a chance to say anything, she brought her attention to me. “What is this? The first guy you’ve dated in years. Or need I say Ever. Are you going to tease and leave him 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.

There is also a lady who has caught my attention. Danielle, sexy as hell, the opposite of Loraine, so just what I need. She is English, with blond straight hair and green eyes. She is beautiful and attractive, basically, the perfect woman who can help me with my crush. And she also turns out to be ambitious and rich, works in her family business as an accountant and owns an expensive beauty resort. I met her at the hotel where she is also staying. We had dinner some evenings and I feel that she desires me. Her touches are urgent and yesterday at our first kiss, she was willing to continue it in her hotel room. But I had to disappoint her.

I couldn't bear the thought of looking back one day and wishing I had taken the chance to be with someone like Callan. "You were perfect, Sophia," Callan said softly. "You didn't cry. You didn't bleed. You didn't faint. You took every single inch of me into your tight little body, you rode me until you couldn't stand, and you begged me for more." "I am not your personal sex toy!" I shouted back, my eyes burning. "And I am definitely not your cure! I have a life! I have college! I have a mother who works for you!" "You are whatever I decide you are," Callan said softly.