Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

My hands shook, but Alvize tightened his grip around me, silently letting me know that he was here for me. “These humans have nothing to do with the feud, Killian.” Donatello said, glaring at the man who chuckled. Alvize frowned but the man didn’t flinch for a second. The idea of Donatello being the one to speak up was something that I respected, it showed me that despite his sons being Pakhan and Capo, he was still the one with the supremacy simply because he was their dad.

“These people are way too into Ninja Turtles, bro.” Before the Alabama brothers could embarrass Valerian any more, the door swung open, revealing the slickest-looking guy I’d ever laid eyes on—bright, almost platinum blond hair swept back, small round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His face looked like some Renaissance artist had chiseled it from marble. He wore a tailored blazer over a dark gray turtleneck, slim slacks, and bright white high-top sneakers. I did a double-take when I spotted the Prada logo on the side of the shoes. Everything about him screamed money and total self-assurance. Who the hell was this guy? The man—Donatello, obviously—smiled. “Valerian. My friend.” He

“Have you ever had this experience with any other person…. I mean, having it with a human?” “Nahh… you fucking know me, Brooks…” “Casey.” Letting out a short, amused snort, “CASEY. Do you feel great now?” “Preferable….. So have you ever had this experience before?” Brooks looked right into my eyes. Casey and I had gone a long way back ever since we were boys. His father was our household doctor who specialized in surgery, and he was fucking talented that he was able to build his household name, Brooks. And I love this name better and preferred addressing all his pups by the name.

"Tom. If you touch a single hair on her head, I will make sure you die a slow and painful death." The man behind me chuckled. "Mr. Vexille," he said slowly. "Big words." "But right now," he tapped my neck lightly with the back of the blade, "you're in no position to make demands." "Kneel." "Beg me to spare her. And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting the lady live." I stiffened. Donatello? He was the youngest Don in the Vexille family's history, the king of the entire East Coast underworld.

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

“We have more enemies than you know and alliances are sometimes very important in our situation. Now, imagine finding yourself in a situation where even your allies have turned their backs on you.” “I don’t have to imagine, I already have most of them against me anyway.” She said, looking at me. I smirked and winked at her just as Donatello answered the phone. “Alessandro, to what do we owe the honor?” Donatello answered, his tone cold, nonchalant, and menacing. Others would have been scared of him, but I knew better than to fear the man. He was a friend before being an ally, and I knew that this was going to be the case unless someone who we didn’t need interfered.

Yesaria states. She shows me pictures of the two guys, and I recognize one, but I don’t recognize the other. I am positive now that Cavallo is involved in his sister’s death. The one guy is Cavallo’s second-in-command and best friend. His name is Donatello. I am not sure why Cavallo chose him. He comes from a family known to start uprisings. That family has never been trusted, and his majesty finally banished the family from the kingdom years ago. I know that they were never able to join another coven. No vampire wants to associate themselves with that family. I have Yesaria forward the pictures to me. I immediately send them to Rico and tell him to show Denver. He says that he is

“And then you’re going to wish you never went against me in the first place. You’ll have to explain to your sister that all your wicked well thought out plans didn’t protect her from the world of pain she’ll have to suffer.” With that, Kian shouldered him roughly aside and walked by him. Even though there was no way that he’d be taking Mia as his Luna or even touching her, he knew how to get under Donatello’s carefully composed facade. He knew underneath was an equally hostile and volatile wolf, just like his younger brother, Octavius. Octavius. Kian smirked. That was also something that would be dealt with. He couldn’t wait to spill the blood owed for disrespecting Raina.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

"Let's make a confession each, and see who's worse." "You-You..." Donatello backed away anxiously. And I was faster. My hand reached out and before he could hide, I fisted his hair pulled him closer and pressed the sharp edge of the candle holder I picked near the Altar. "I-I what, Donatello?" I chuckled pressing the sharp edge deeper into his neck. "Oh, these," I leaned down till I looked into his nasty dust-brown eyes. "Yes, they can see very clearly." I could feel him breathing heavily.