Wallpaper Danielle Panabaker Novels & Stories

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

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.

Get a grip, Danika. I hated how he called me by these endearments ‘doll’ and ‘princess’. He knew that it had an effect on me and I somehow just ended up obeying him. What is going on here? I control men. Not the other way around. Hello All You Beautiful People, I have started updating Danika Williams too, I will be updating on alternate days. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know your thoughts on it. Please check out The Billionaire Brothers Series. Thank you so much for reading my book. I love you guys!!

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.

“You’re so cool, Sis. That’s a fantastic cover.” Danielle rolled her eyes at the two siblings. “Can you two go a day without saying anything weird? I’m done with you two.” With that, she moved away from them and shifted her attention to a collage of pictures at the other end of the bar. At first, she assumed it was pictures of celebrities and whatnot. However, upon closer inspection, she realized not a single one of them contained celebrities; they were mostly old pictures. Moreover, all the pictures contained the same person, who looked oddly familiar.

the designer said, grabbing a paint brush. I’d only just noticed that they had prepped a wall to show colour samples by painting it white. She walked over and mixed yellow and pink. She then brushed a small part of the wall and the bold colour scheme popped before our eyes. “It's beautiful,” I whispered but then she showed us pictures of a bedroom painted with the charcoal grey she had mentioned and I fell in love with it. Daniel’s mother, who watched my expression change, took the photo from the designer’s hand and studied it.

Danielle reached for the drawer close to the bed and brought out two small containers, her pouting face was tear streaked as she opened the containers bringing out two White tablet from each containers and quickly took it to her mouth, and then took a small swallow of water. Danielle did not care to change into something more decent before living the room. She walked along the hallway and slowed down in front of Jackson’s office room. Immediately the door fleet open, Jackson raised his head to see Danielle. “F**k it, isn’t my baby the sexiest?” Danielle chuckled and walked across the room and paused beside Jackson, who has his eyes all over her body. He could easily see her weary skin throug