Curtis Donovan Misfits Novels & Stories

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

Both were guests of the Countess Weston in her private box at the theater where they found themselves seated scandalously close during a performance of William Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors. Although Elizabeth found Lord Carlson’s good looks and the fact that he did not follow the trend of wearing makeup to enhance his features appealing, and their conversation proved entertainingly light and trivial, she was wary of the unfamiliar hot and fluttery sensation she felt in the pit of her stomach whenever he was near. Having grown up lacking the privilege of being allowed a circle of friends like youngest girls of her social status enjoyed, she had nary a confidant to explain these occurrences

"And Eric. Cayden misses you." Eric and Cayden stared at me. "Wow." Eric nods. "You caught a good one. I mean, I didn't think your girlfriend would—" "We are not a couple!" I cut him in frustration. "Whatever keeps you up at night," Cayden smirks. "Ah, wait. That'd be me." "I've almost forgotten how cocky you can be." Eric laughs. "And I've forgotten how idiotic you can be." Cayden smiles. "Well... I'm gonna go, because obviously... you two have a lot of catching up to do."

"Pardon my French, Mr Donovan." I shot him an amused glance. "I do think they're assholes." "Right. I waited there all night and sure enough they came and began wrecking stuff. I jumped them and gave them a pretty good beating, if I do say so myself. Most of them ran away, but there was one of them who I beat up so bad that he couldn't run away after the others." Curt's hand on the table clenched as though he were reliving the moment. For the first time, I noticed that his knuckles were reddened, abraded and bruised. "I asked him who sent him. He was er- reluctant to spill the beans, but after a little... persuasion, he confessed. The one who had sent them was Noah. Noah Allen."