Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

] [Skill: 200/1000] [Stamina: 93/100%] [Victory Points: 800 [Action Points: 500] [Mafia Rank: Titled Mafia (level 1)] [Organization: Red Devils] [ADDITIONAL DATA] [Leonardo has been a member of the Red Devils since he was seven years old, when his father had to die while on a mission. Leonardo, is known as the most feared sniper and assassin in Apple Blossom City. He controls one area, namely the Selon-Saga District, which is in the Eastern part of Apple Blossom City. Leonardo was also known as the Black Cat because he would kill his enemies at night].

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

“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.

Johnny said. “Thank you, guys. Did he say anything yet?” Alessandro asked. “No, he keeps saying he doesn’t know what we’re talking about,” Kevin answered. “Take me to him,” Alessandro commanded. “Well, well, well, look who came to visit me,” Donatello said. “The only time I want to hear your annoying voice is when you answer my questions,” Alessandro dismissed him. “Do you have everything we need?” he asked Kevin and the others. “Yes, everything is here. With what shall we start?” Kevin asked.

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.

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.

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.

She was breathing a little heavily, floating on a cloud, and was determined to return the favor—when Eros's phone rang. "One second, little bunny…" he said, glancing at the screen. She noticed his expression change instantly. His eyes, previously ecstatic, now narrowed—and his jaw tightened. "Something wrong?" she asked, already getting off the table. But he stopped her and stepped away, his tone turning hard as he answered. "What do you have?" On the other end, Donatello sat in his office, watching the city from a large window. "We've got the guy who injected the poison," he said bluntly. "The one who killed your mother."