David Dobruja Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Across town, Kyle was headed into the office of one Dr. Paul Blunt. He needed to see what the fuck he was up against. Not that he saw the other man as competition, he wouldn't allow that shit. But he needed to get a look and feel for this guy to see what it was that she seemed to want to hold onto.

you know my mother is drugged out of her mind the kids are asleep I have seen you give a blowjob before now make me happy" Oh my God which mean he's been following me who knows for how long a small sick part of me gets excited I can't explain it this is my Stepbrother who's seventeen I am twenty one I could go to jail. My thoughts are disturbed when he frees his huge erection he brings my face closer the other hand grips his erection slaps me with his huge erection.

I took my back when the man nodded at me, but then got halted when I saw Alpha Jacob walking toward us. “Brother! Finally, you came. I’ve been waiting for you for quite some minutes now.” What? Alpha Jacob has a brother?

Nikolai said and I rolled my eyes. “ How could I forget the story that I have practiced a million times? “ I asked sarcastically. He halted and turned to me. He gave me a deadly look to tell me that he was not joking. He gripped my arm but put a smile on his face so as not to raise any alarm. “ This is not a joke, Brianna. This is the Don of Venice and Rome and he hates me. Act like a queen and stick to the story. “ He said.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

Maya assured him. "I don't think so..... We are surrounded by enemies form all sides...... If it had been Noel I won't be this scared because I know how but their Tyrone guy...... We don't know what he wants or why he wants you and Mimi including Nora dead........ I can't rest until we find out what he wants but until then I can't tust that Adriano Sanchez. " David voiced out and Maya sighed knowing he won't listen to him. She hugged him and he reciprocated and inhaled her scent which calmed him down. New York.

Contrary to Luca, Xavier loves attention and doesn't mind my kisses. ''Where is your father? ''I ask, catching both of their eyes. Xavier points in the same direction he came running and I see David in the water, he is lookingdirectly at me, smiling in a seductive way that messes with my altered hormones. This man. He's forty-five, but looks much younger. My eyes descend along your body with desire and I drink in your appearance, appreciating every inch of uncovered, tanned skin, even though I've explored every little place with my hands and tongue, I'm still as addicted as before. I can only agree that men reach the height of their beauty after forty, because David Bragança is the personifi

“Morning, Blake,” Peter Gunston said and sat down opposite me. “Peter.” I wondered what he wanted and if he was going to say something about the self-defense class at my barn. He was the principal of Western Dubuque High School. He stood at five foot nine inches and leaned towards overweight. “Kids are all abuzz about that class you did,” he said and I smiled. “Would you consider—” I interrupted him right there.