Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

I questioned. Casey hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether or not to reveal the information. Finally, she leaned in closer and whispered, "His name is Victor. He's a formidable leader, cunning and ruthless. Some say he's been leading the rogues for decades, but nobody knows much about his past or how he gained such power. I nodded, consuming the information while maintaining an act of curiosity. "And how does one gain acceptance within the rogue pack? Is there a process or a test of some sort?" I inquired, trying to glean as much knowledge as I could without raising suspicion.

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

Casey laughed again hoping to get feet singing along and raising the toy car in the air. It was a beautiful sight watching her move around so freely and happily. There wasn't that scared look on her face anymore, she was smiling and it reminded me a little of Andrea. She had my look but Andrea's smile. My smile wavered a little bit. Casey tapped me excitedly. "Look...look". She pointed at the TV. "It's Gecko, he's really strong and my favourite. He beats Night Ninja a lots". She says excitedly and I smile looking at the TV of weird superheroes.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

Antonio Pietro, Adriano's father and Donatello were friends so, Donatello had a different kind of status, he was like a part of Pietro family. " Donatello is handle so many jobs. So many eyes are on him. If he disappeared people will curious and we don't want any attention on us. When I am trying to put the pieces together to complete the puzzle." Adriano explained, his voice calm and collected but a hint of anger bleed in it at the end. " Has he said something?" Adriano quiered, eyeing the squirming person strapped to the rolling chair in front of him. " Not yet.. Just gotten his name though, It's Cathal." Daniel informed with a light shrug of his shoulder. Adriano nodded rolling up his sle

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.