April X Donnie Novels & Stories

“B&C stands for Bonnie and Clyde! You’re neither! I’ve built this business on buying and selling real diamonds! I’m not gonna lie cuz you want to get laid!” “I thought you cared about me,” Xavier huffed. “You were wrong. Now go, I got real customers to deal with.” I shooed him away. “Whatever, see you later.” Xavier sauntered out of the shop as a regular came up to the counter. I groaned. “Donnie, not this shit again!” *** Dinner was already made when I arrived home. “Sorry I’m late!” I kissed Reno before hugging my kids. Clover danced in her seat as her brother, Finch Travis Valenzuela reached out for me.

"Uh, yeah. Why? Do we need to skip out?" "No, no. We're coming. We're a part of his mafia now, remember?" "Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well I'll see you all there. All of you are going, right?" "Yeah, of course." "Okay. Love you, Anthony." "I love you, Dionne." he replies, hanging up. Fourty-five minutes later, Xavier opens the door and he starts going through the rack of tuxedos. When he picks one out, he pulls his shirt over his head and sits down in the makeup chair next to me as the hairdresser starts on my hair.

Someone was reading aloud, "Eldest son, Luca Bellandi. Eldest daughter, Aria Bellandi. Effective immediately, their names are entered into the family registry as legitimate heirs of the Bellandi bloodline." In the video, Matteo lifted the two children high. Applause and cheers erupted around him. He was smiling. He exchanged a look with Sienna, his eyes full of affection. Once, he had only looked at me that way. Now that look no longer belonged to me. Another message appeared beneath the video: "He said once the children are formally acknowledged by the Family, he'll give you a sum of money and send you away. The position of Donna belongs to the children's real mother.

Whаtеvеr іѕ gоіng оn has саѕt a pale ѕhееn on hеr fасе and a tense line tо her jaw. At juѕt undеr five-foot-nine, Aрrіl has сurvеѕ tо bооt and honey blond hаіr. Shе’ѕ mоѕt ѕhоrt girls’ wоrѕt іdеа of the best frіеnd, but rіght now, there’s no room fоr jеаlоuѕу. All I fееl is wоrrу. The guys at the club can’t kеер their hands tо themselves around April, аnd we had рlеntу of рrасtісе dealing with these kinds of unwаntеd аttеntіоn.

I had been reborn five years into the past—back to when the world was still whole, and the worst of it hadn't yet been written in stone. I had just arrived back at the fortified estate on the outskirts of the city when the butler approached, holding out a letter. "I have another letter for you, Donna Moretti—it's from Don Moretti. He's currently in Chicalum settling a territory dispute, yet he still finds time to write to you every single day. "You're the envy of the whole famiglia, since Don Moretti treasures you so much, Donna Moretti." I looked at the letter, which read, "To my one and only love," and noticed the sharp and authoritative penmanship, a perfect reflection of Dante Moretti's

he said into his phone. April, dressed in an all black leather jumpsuit approached the house from Jon's neighbors’ backyards. She moved noiselessly until she reached Jon Nolan’s small bungalow. From the van two blocks away, Chappelle’s voice came low in her ear. “The east window may be your best shot. Proceed at your discretion.” “Copy,” April whispered, adjusting her gloves. Her breath misted faintly in the air as she moved along the side of the house, crouched low. The place smelled faintly of engine oil and damp grass.

So, I opt to drink it quickly, I hate to waste a drink, Drake sees me drink it down and looks surprised. “It was getting cold.” “I see.” He laughs but then his smile fades. I notice he is looking past me, something by the door has caught his eye and I wonder if he has seen someone he knows. “Who is it?” I ask, without turning to look, he looks at me a little unsure. “Rex and Tony, they are stood outside the door talking to someone, I'm not completely certain but, I think it's April.” A cold shiver runs up my spine at the mention of her name, I never liked her growing up and she hasn't changed as an adult.

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

He thought my silence was rejection. "Dante—" "When you're ready," he said, and his voice was steady again, controlled, the Don's mask sliding back into place even as his eyes still burned with everything he'd confessed. He released me slowly, gently, and the space between us opened up like a wound. "I'll be here." "Boss." Marco's voice was pained, apologetic, but urgent. "Intercept team's in position. Sophia's convoy is three minutes out." Dante straightened. The shift was brutal in its completeness—the man who'd just laid his soul bare, vanishing behind the Don's cold authority. He turned toward the elevator, his posture already locked into battle mode.

Spencer's biological mother was just an ordinary person. She accidentally saved the injured old Don and gave birth to Spencer. Not long after that, Spencer's biological mother fell ill and passed away. Therefore, Spencer was the son of the old Don, but he never received the due respect. After reaching adulthood, he started as an ordinary member in the family and gradually rose to the position of Don. Since he could remember, he had been Asher's servant. He once expressed his dissatisfaction, saying they were both the old Don's sons, but why could he only get Asher’s scraps and rejects? However, all he got was a beating and countless taunts.