Novels by Preshy_writes

Donatello walked into the garden situated at the back of the hospital, despite the doctor's warning to stay in and recuperate, Don still found himself outside his ward. His ward was more like a prison to him and he did not like it plus he wanted to receive cool air. But most importantly, he knew he was attempting to avoid Julia's presence. He was certain she could come bustling in at any moment. He let out a slight smile and sat on the side bench, then he looked up to the sky which was already darkening. Was she even going to come? He was sure Marcello must have told her what he said, and now, he doubts if she would ever confront him. “She must have been happy to finally leave me.” he muttered to himself as he looked down. Even so, he was glad to finally relieve her, even though he knew it would be heartbreaking for him. Julia was the only lady he had ever had affections for. At first he had thought it was only for a short while and would pass away soon, but little did he know t

When Julia returned home, her heart was heavy. That evening, she could not relax because her thoughts kept returning to her boss's illness and the letter she had discovered. She still can not believe he had actually kept it.“Hello there”, the letter had started. Her mind quickly flashed back to her twelve-year-old self sitting by her small desk in her room. There was a smile on her face as she penned down her feelings to him. Now as Julia laid in her bed, she couldn't help but think about the letter she had just read. It all came back to her, the memories flooding into her head as she remembered it all.‘it has been three days now,’ the letter continued. ‘I begged my mum to let me come see you, but she refused and warned me not to associate with you. At first, I was surprised but then I decided to write to you anyways. I hope you get better, and maybe one day you and I will be good friends.'“Or lovers?” Julia blurted out, but quickly shook her

The next day, Julia got up early and decided to prepare food for him. She encountered Mrs. Lorenzo in the kitchen, who gave her a scornful look.“What do you need?” The old lady questioned.“I just want to prepare some breakfast for Mr. Donatello.” Julia explained to her.“Leave it to me; I am in charge of that.” Mrs. Lorenzo spoke with a stern expression.When Julia attempted to protest, the woman quickly dismissed her.Several hours later, she was in the car with Marcello, and they drove all the way to the hospital. Marcello would look at her in the rearview mirror as he drove.He was surprised by how far they had come. A few years ago, she was just a regular lady working in a restaurant. He did not expect she would be alive or with them for so long. Most likely, he had thought she would be giving off in auction as usual.“Are you sure you really want to see the boss?” Marcello asked her.Julia nodded, “I need

Julia had never felt so scared before. Her heart thudded quickly as she held her boss in her arms. This was not how she had anticipated it ending.A tear fell from her eyes as she clutched him tightly.“Why do you have to be so stupid?” she asked amidst her tears.Memories flooded into her head, their relationship even though it had not been good was now making her heart ache. She closed her eyes, hoping that everything had been a dream and that he would wake up and call it a prank, but when she opened them, she was still there, next to her bleeding boss.Soon the door opened and Marcello entered.“H-he is not breathing.” Julia informed him as he rushed to Don's side.“Quick, follow me! We need to get out of here.” Marcello said as he helped her raise Donatello up.They rushed out of the room together, despite the shots that pierced the walls. It was a near-death situation, but they still managed to escape.***Few hours later, Donatello was lying in the hospital bed. Tubes ran throu

Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless.What else did she expect from a mafia leader?Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger.“For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?”“Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”“We had been friends; can't you consider that?” Donatello asked, he wasn't the one to say things like this but he knew he had to buy out time.“Friends?” Marco chuckled as he looked at Martin, who scoffed, “that ended when your father dared to pull the trigger on my father and brother.”“It was not his fault, my father did not shoot yours; why do you not get it?” Don said aloud.“Keep quiet!” Marco yelled angrily, “Things had

“Of course, that's me.” Marco said, smiling as he stood up from his seat.Don tightened his fist and gave him a deadly stare. He was about to stand up to attack when a guard struck him hard on the same arm where he had been shot.Donatello exclaimed in pain as he clutched his hand.“Where is she?” he asked, despite the pain.Marco turned to face him and smirked.“You are not the Donatello I am familiar with. The Donatello I know would never come looking for a lady, let alone a lowly servant.”“Where the hell is she?” Don demanded with a stern tone.Marco unexpectedly rose from his seat at the table and approached him. Then he lifted his jaw and delivered a blow to his cheek.Donatello fell backwards, but the man grabbed his shirt and pulled him up, only to land another one.“You are no longer in charge, understand? So add a little respect.” Marco told him.“As for your girl, I never knew she was so sweet,” he said, licking his lips. “I had to drill her hole to find out why you could n

Aria sat by her dressing table, applying her makeup when she heard a knock on the door.“Good morning ma'am,” Mr. Adrian said when she opened the door.“Good morning, Mr. Adrian,” Aria said back, then asked, “what brings you here this morning?”“Mr Blackwood would like to have breakfast with you,” he said.Damien? Breakfast?? Aria thought. It felt strange.What was he up to?“I will be down in a few minutes.” she said to him.“Alright ma'am,” Mr. Adrian said and bowed before leaving.A few minutes later, Aria descended down the stairs and into the dining hall. It is a dining room, but it is large enough to accommodate up to fifty people. In other words, it could be regarded as a banquet hall.When Aria entered the dining room, she noticed Damien seated at the head of the table. His back was straight and he was staring straight ahead, at nothing. Aria took a moment to marvel at his perfect side profile. She could not help but notice his nicely bridged nose and perfectly shaped lips.“

“Yes?” Aria stopped and turned.“I actually got–” then he paused and said, “nevermind. You can leave.”After she left, Mr. Adrian entered the office. When he noticed the flowers still sitting on the table, he knew what had happened.“Why didn't you tell me she had a bouquet in hand?” Damien asked with a cold tone.“I actually wanted to tell you, but you dismissed me quickly.” the aide answered.Damien slammed his palm against the table.“Fuck!” he exclaimed, “that Nicholas of a guy is gradually making me lose my patience!”“Do you want to do anything to him?” Mr. Adrian asked.Damien quickly raised his hand, “Let him be. I haven't gotten enough reason to clear him out.”“Yes sir,” he said, then pointing to the flower, he quickly added, “what do you suggest I do to the flower?”Damien looked at it and said, “Take it away, give it to your wife or whoever you deem fit. I don't want to see it here.”“Yes, sir!” his aide replied as he exited with the bouquet and a smile.

“Well, it appears that someone was not pleased to see you today.” Nicholas said as they strolled outside the building. Aria narrowed her brows, “Who?” “Mr. Lucas,” he answered, “Now seize being lovey-dovey and get back to work!” he mimicked. Aria laughed, “He sounded exactly like that.” Nicholas laughed as well. “So you are trying to tell me you guys don't know each other? I mean, I have a feeling something is going on between you two.” he said. “You don't believe me?” Aria asked. “I do, I really do, Aria.” “Thanks for the flowers anyways. I couldn't thank you earlier due to–” she paused, “–you know, that man.” she added, holding the flowers with her hands. “Yeah, right. I heard about your leg and I couldn't get through to you, so I had to at least show that I care by getting you this.” “That is so nice of you.” Aria replied with a smile. When she was about to go, he stood in front of her. “Would you mind accompanying me to the park this weekend? It would be a great time

Aria returned to work after several days of recuperation at home. She strode to her desk in her stilettos after greeting some coworkers who were concerned enough to inquire about her health.As she sat down, she realized she had not seen Nicholas. Unlike before, he would be one of the first to greet her.She looked around and even stood to check his desk, but he was not present. Where could he possibly be? She asked herself as she turned on her computer to start working.Suddenly, she felt someone tap her from behind. She abruptly turned to see Nicholas with his usual smiley face.“What are you hiding there?” she asked when she caught him concealing something behind his back.“Ta-da!” he exclaimed, presenting her with the bouquet of pink peonies he had gotten for her.Aria stared in amazement as she accepted the gift.“You got this for me?” she asked, despite knowing it was for her.Nicholas responded with a nod.“I hear you twisted your ankle; are you better now?” He inquired.“Of c

Aria's gaze was glued to her phone screen. Why was Nicholas calling? She wanted to pick it but couldn't.What if Damien finds out? So she ignored the call and placed her phone on her bedside table.Nicholas, in contrast to Damien, was completely different. She had come to adore his admirable personalities, but one thing she could not do was go against Damien or their signed agreement.Damien, on the other hand, is an arrogant and cold man, but somehow she finds herself quickly drawn to him. Was it the way he made her feel, or his physical attractiveness? Aria could not say; all she knew was that something about him drew her in, as if they were somehow connected.After hours of thinking, Aria decided that she needed to clear her thoughts. She walked out of her room and headed towards the rooftop where she believed she would be able to clear her mind.The late-night breeze brushed past her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she made her way to one corner of the place.But before

Aria walked carefully down the stairs into the living room after Damien had gone to his room.She was almost halfway through when Mr. Adrian noticed her and rushed to help her down.“Thank you,” she said when she finally got down.“May I ask when you need ma'am, you don't have to go through all this to get what you want.” he said to her.“I heard a shout from my room, so I came out to check,” she said, then looked towards her husband's room and asked, “Is he all right?”“Yes, ma'am,” the aide replied, glancing in the direction she was pointing.Aria said nothing but stared at him with a 'spill-it-all' expression.“Okay, he actually had a serious talk with his father over an important meeting he declined. My Blackwood was really angry.” he explained to her.“Mr. Damien would never decline business meetings; did something go wrong?” she inquired.“He had to cancel our planned trip for the aforementioned meeting in order to ensure your well-being.” Mr. Adrian elucidated.“What?!” she exc