Casey Donatello Novels & Stories

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

I hear a voice say and when I take a closer look at the speaker, I find the face familiar. “You’re him! The strange dude at my door!” I shout with wide eyes, everything coming back to me. “Good to know your memory is in good shape. The boss hates forgetful people,” the stranger answers, adding more confusion to my thoughts. The boss? “You… You abducted me!! Let me go! I demand you let me go!” I shoot out with all the boldness I can gather in me, making them stop. At first, I think it’s because of me then I see a man in a red suit walking towards us. He has this dangerous aura that surrounds him. I’m very sure my heart just skipped a beat. “Shout one more bloody time, and you’ll fucking lose

“However, I did come for a more important reason.” “Which is?” Kaden asked, not moving to let the councilman into the pack. If the battle started here, I would not be surprised. It would not take me much to burn this bastard alive and restore a semblance of sanity and decorum to the world. “May I come in?” Donatello said through gritted teeth. “If that is a request, it has been denied,” Kaden replied. Donatello went straight to the point. “Where is my wife?”

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

“We will meet again, little Auditore. Only next time, I am going to be sure that your last breath is taken on my hand. Exactly like hers was…” Was he referring to my mother? Or was there someone else that I didn’t know about? The bracelet that glowed. I didn’t even understand what that was about, all I knew about it was that it belonged to my father. I have been seeing him wear it since I was an infant. “Lea…” Giovanni said, breaking my train of thoughts. I looked at Diego’s beta and shook my head in question before he walked toward me. He sat on his knees in front of me, and I looked away from him. “Are you okay?”

He must have noticed for he smirked as he came closer to me. "And where is the little bird running to?" His words sent shivers down my spine as I fully looked him over. He was dressed in a three-piece suit that looked like it was sewn on him and at the same time, could barely contain his build. His long, black hair was curled and neatly packed into a bun, some strands left out to cover his eyes. Before his tattooed hands were shoved into his pocket, I noticed a golden ring with the skull design which signifies his title as the Mafia Don.

New York mafia family Donovitch, one of the five major New York crime families, their heir Leone Donovitch has reached the moment where he needs a political marriage to solidify his power. But I know, Leone only loves his frail childhood sweetheart, Anastasia. The old Don Vito Donovitch, that man as solid as a rock, sat at the highest position. He would never allow his future heir, the future Don, to marry a woman who brought no benefit to the family.

THIRD PERSON Igor Bortsov had his men around him and his eyes fixed on the surveillance screen. His hands were clasped together and elbows placed on the table, his glare digging into Giovanna Donatello as she participated in unholy acts with a French man. They had intel on him, knowing where he lived and where he worked. This man was seemingly unprotected by Donatello, but Bortsov could never be too forward with his message for his rival, that ruthless individual. Since they couldn’t get to Sergio Donatello directly and his daughter was under utmost protection and care, they were going to go through the boyfriend, who was much more vulnerable.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get