Wallpaper Danielle Panabaker Novels & Stories

Danielle gives butler Ding three paper bags . These are for your son and your daughter . " She continues . " These four are for the maids and these two are for the gardener . Ermm these are for the two cooks and the last one for the grandfather's driver ." Danielle kept giving them the paper bags with different colours and different sizes.

She imagined herself sitting at the desk, giving orders, and running the company with an iron fist. However, as she walked past the desk, something caught her eye. A large portrait hung on the wall to her left. It was a photograph of a happily smiling woman in a red dress. When she walked closer, she was surprised it was Anabel. The recognition sent an unexpected wave of irritation through Daniella.

Before Caleb closed the door, she smiled and said, “Assistant Caleb, see you tomorrow.” Caleb smiled and nodded. “See you tomorrow, Young Madam.” Daniel and Arabella had a meal before starting their shopping at the mall. As they browsed the options, Daniel had no opinion on what kind of curtains to buy as long as she liked them. Arabella picked out a fresh and elegant light blue curtain with tulips printed on it. Hanging it up would make any room feel brighter. Daniel was expecting her to choose something pink. After all, it was the signature color of females.

She made some little adjustment to her environment, making it look almost like she had taken a full photo of herself with nature. Danielle ran from the newspaper box to the drawing room where Illiana and Genevieve stayed with a brown envelope in her hand, she banged in. " Guys, you can't believe this... Oh my God, this is incredibly gorgeous. " Danielle gasped covering her mouth with her palms. " You just made the best portrait ever. Can you draw a portrait of me? " " Your's will be tomorrow. " Illiana said, taking a photo of her drawing." You can take a photo too if you want. "

Daniella fluttered from one end to the other, pulling out dresses with a dramatic flair, holding them against me, then discarding them with a wrinkled nose. Until she stopped in front of a mannequin draped in crimson silk. The dress gleamed like spilled wine under the lights, its cut elegant and dangerous. My breath caught. But Daniella scoffed, waving it off. “Ugh, red. I can’t stand that color, It’s too loud, too aggressive. I know that it’s not your style, and definitely not mine.” Her words landed heavy and the prisoner’s warning echoed in my mind: look out for the lady in red.

I shook off the thoughts and focused on my phone. I made the new photo she sent me my wallpaper because it was just too perfect to be in my gallery. I didn’t stop there, I sent the photo to a photographer friend of mine who also makes frames and asked him to frame it and have it delivered at my house. He is a member of my pack so it shouldn’t take long to be ready but the thing is, that’s not the only photo I have sent to him in the last twenty-four hours. If I am being real, of the twenty photos of both Joan and herself that Danielle has sent so far, I have sent at least fifteen to him. I have a whole room for photos and frames at home and enough space for new ones.

There were plaques and certificates displayed on the wall highlighting the numerous achievements that Winters Architecture had achieved under Daniel’s reign. Her feet brought her to Daniel’s massive desk and she chuckled at the mess of papers and files strewn all over. To the world, Daniel Winters appeared neat and immaculate, but one look at his desk and one would know how messy a person he actually was. His desk was a jungle of stationaries, files and a framed photo of himself. Messy AND arrogant. A ghost of a smile appeared on Jane’s face and she picked up the photo with her free hand, intending to take a closer look when suddenly a tiny picture slipped out from behind Daniel’s photo.

I needed to think. I walked down the dim hallway that led to the restricted section of the warehouse. I reached the last door, turned the handle and pushed it open. I stopped dead in my tracks. Daniella sat directly on the edge of my large wooden desk. She had her legs crossed at the knees, her posture perfectly relaxed. She wore a sheer, see-through white gown that clung tightly to her curves. The thin fabric barely covered her ass where she sat on the wood. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and she wore dark red lipstick. She smiled widely the second I walked into the room.

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'And if he does, he won't see what I'm doing anyway. She watched her reflection in the window from the patio as she removed her clothes and set them on the patio furniture. Her long brown hair and long, lithe, tanned body showed no signs of her forty years. At five feet nine inches, Danielle was all leg. No fat, or cellulite, no scars, and almost no wrinkles. The only thing that was not perfect was the out-of-proportion size of her breasts.