Novel & Cerita Don Quijote

He looked at me tenderly. "Now you have grown up. You are my most perfect creation. I will not allow anyone to defile you, not even myself." My heart was already riddled with holes from his words, but I stubbornly pressed on. "Fiorenzo, you are the Don of a mafia family. Your hands are stained with blood. You are not that sacred. "But even if you were God, tonight I would drag you down into sin with me." "This is the last time I will indulge you." He sighed.

He had never been rash. As for Don Quijote, Tyr was somewhat hesitant because this man had about the same virtues as Juan. The only difference was, Juan liked getting into relationships with rich young ladies from elite families and royalty from around the world. All of these girls held great power and authority. Meanwhile, Don Quijote preferred getting involved with people from the entertainment industry. Many internationally famous celebrities were his mistresses. The guy even set up a film production company in America named DonQ Pictures, where he had produced quite a few world-renowned artistes.

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

"No need to worry, Don Valeri. I'm just a secretary." For a brief moment, his chest seemed to tighten. He stepped into the rain and gripped my hand. "Tonight was my fault, but I can't lose Sofia. Whatever you've suffered, I'll make it right. Don't be stubborn." I yanked my hand free and took a few steps back. My voice was calm and flat. "Don Valeri, you must be joking. How could I ever be cross with you or Ms. Costa? I was naive before and didn't know my place. From now on, I'll remember I'm just your secretary and won't disturb you again. Are you satisfied?"

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

How could she possibly trust him? The Don flashed us a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He squatted down, adding another gun on top of the mess of clothes in his suitcase, zipping it up. "I think I haven’t introduced myself to you guys properly. My name is Santiago, I'm the Don of these streets. I have a few places I can take you. I can even get you jobs in one of my clubs or bars if you are interested." "Take us with you then," Dolores concluded.

The bathroom door creaked, Kiara heard footsteps walking towards the kitchen, and then her eyes fell across him. Her mouth dropped. He was freshly shaved, bathed, and had her white towel tied around his waist. He was 6ft tall, had green eyes, and had dirty blonde hair. He smirked. "You're awake?" "Who the hell are you?" Kiara asked, her hands flew to cover her naked body. "There's no need to be scared. I am Don Julio." He said. "I am not a criminal they claimed I am. I was framed for a murder that I never committed."

So it's all good. ??? - I see. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Pancho Quixote, general of El Quixote's Knights. Riche - Quixote? Are you royalty? Pancho - I hate to shame them by association, but yes. The royal family has a long history of jumping to conclusions. Riche - Um, if you're royalty, you ought to compose yourself better. Pancho - It is disgraceful, yes. Gwahahahah!

Lejandro shouted, practically choking with rage. "Disrespectful? Who, me?! Why don’t you ask your 'wonderful' mother, who is the root cause of all this?!" Elijah Juarez shouted back. "Enough! Especially you, impostor woman! Leave right now and return my child Elijah to me!" Mr. Juarez yelled. "I AM THE REAL ELIJAH!" Elijah screamed. As Mr. Juarez continued to speak, Doña Donita suddenly stepped forward and pointed at Elijah. "Go on, that’s right, Doc Juarez! She really isn’t your real child! She’s only pretending to be Elijah Juarez! And she even had her face altered to look like Elijah Juarez!" the Doña shouted, causing Elijah and Sec. Drewf to panic.

"Where the hell did this crazy bitch come from? Get lost!" The guard pulled his gun halfway out of the holster. He didn't point it at me, but the threat was clear. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My husband. The man who came home covered in motor oil every day. The man who counted pennies with me over a twenty-dollar bill. He really was the ruthless Mafia Don everyone feared. I tried to fool myself that what I overheard was just a crazy joke. But now, the cold barrel of that gun completely shattered my last illusion.