Wallpaper Danielle Panabaker Novels & Stories

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

version, if the person waking up happened to own concealer, highlighter, and generational trauma. Beside me, Daniella checked her lipstick one last time using her front camera. Her hair was softly blown out, satin blazer draped over her shoulders, cream slip dress underneath. The “supporting creative team” version who could absolutely steal someone’s job if she felt like it. “Hazel sent a new Poppy photo,” she said, angling her phone toward me.

Sitting alone on the couch with my back facing the kitchen, I can't help but start to turn my head here and there observing the apartment. As a young single girl who works at a juice store for a living, Daniella lives in a small 400sqft studio apartment all by herself. I am greeted by a light fragrance of potpourris when I walk in. The walls are painted in rose white, the parts that are reflecting the morning sunlight appear to be more white, yet a mild degree of pink slightly reveals in the parts that aren't. The furniture and decorations she uses are mostly pale khaki, lavender purple, and sky blue. Everything that comes into my sight is made up by a perfect palette of pastel color combina

When we couldn’t agree, Dante would have to be the tiebreaker. “Floral, plain, geometric, spots, 3-D effect, or stripes.” I was giving Dante too many wallpaper choices. “Or other,” Clarissa suggested as he and I held up the samples. But Dante was cooking and refused to turn around.

, I replied slowly. " Wow, what shame no one told me this earlier," Danielle took a sip of her wine. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the headboard. She seemed exhausted. I decided not to disturb her. That gave me a rare moment to admire Danielle's beauty. Her body was breathtaking. I wanted to run my hands over every curve of her. Today's evening was a real test of my strong will.

He didn’t even know when she had done that or how sye had gotten back on the chair but now, she was deeply focused on it. Pink entered his line of sight. Danielle had colored numerous papers that shade and even had streaks of crayon on her face. The even more amusing thing was that the cloth she had on was pink as well as the headband that held her hair in place. “What are you drawing?” He said, raising his voice a bit so it could reach her. Danielle heard and she lifted her head and glanced over at him before responding, “It’s a princess gown.” “That is a princess gown?” Derek couldn't see that well but he knew she didn’t just call the blob she’d drawn on the paper a princess gown.

“She used to write down reminders on these. Find me some exactly like them.” I froze. The stationery was a pale lavender, embossed with delicate silver filigree — unmistakably custom-made. Daniella had designed it herself. “Mr. Garvalle, I... I’m not sure if I can find—” “You’ll find it.” His voice was steel, cutting off any protest. “Or you’ll find someone who can.” I swallowed hard, nodding. “Understood.” As I walked back to my desk, It was clear this couldn’t last much longer. No one could take Daniella Thornhill’s place.

“I’m keeping a point. I’ll redeem it later.” Lucien’s glare deepened. “You’re annoying.” “I know.” Daniel reached into his backpack and pulled out a tablet. “But I’m useful.” He powered it on, slid it across to Lucien, and opened a picture. A large framed portrait of a woman. Elegant. Serene. Long dark hair. Gentle smile. Something soft about her features. Lucien stared blankly. “And? It’s a woman.” Daniel leaned closer, whispering like he was about to reveal a scandalous secret. “Look at her properly.”

Dani had chosen everything herself, chossing every tile, ever light fixture, done the very last dor knob. Then she had painstakingly decorated the place to make it a home and Asher had to admit that she had done a damn good job. Even he was impressed. “This place is beautiful. Dani did some incredible work. If she ever gets tired of books, she could have a promising career in interior design.” Comes a voice from beside him and he turns to face him. “After all of these years of seeing my wife achieve so many of her dreams, there is not a doubt in my mind that the woman can do any damn thing that she sets her mind to.” Asher tells his father.

In a matter of minutes, they all reached inside the house and Daniella quickly covered her mouth while her eyes dilated. The pulchritudinous living room was a perfect definition of paradise on earth. The tall ceilings that were above ten meters; she’d never seen tops that tall. The next thing that caught her attention was the green and gold royal chairs - they looked so soft and expensive. “Let’s quickly unpack, we’ll have a look around later,” Jessica notified and headed inside first. Daniella didn’t reply as she continued to feed her eyes with the beautiful ergonomic interior decoration of the room, trailing her fingers around the artistic artwork that were shattered on the walls.