Don Quixote Novels & Stories

He smiled - obviously pleased with himself when he saw me falter. The man touching me gave me the best orgasm of my life and his mere touch had tingles rushing through me in spite of the dangerous situation I was currently in. I needed to get a fucking grip but the handsome specimen with a touch like wildfire made it impossible. "Still as soft as I remember." Dominic murmured.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

“You know as well as anybody that our father hates seeing me there, so it’s just better if I stay here, don’t you think? I smiled at him. I’ve been thinking of my problem, but mine isn’t even compared to his. Luca, my favourite brother and just two years older than me. He’s kind, compassionate, sweet, and, unlike the rest of my brothers, actually loves me. My father’s dislike for him stems from the fact that he is not a ruthless killer like the rest of them. Luca can’t point a gun straight without trembling, and the sight of blood makes him vomit. And my father called him his biggest embarrassment.

“Not yet, Tito.” Tito nodded, and his head dipped in respect. Domenico squatted in front of the slug. “You’re a disrespectful piece of shit. How you even made it this far, I don’t understand. Who are you that Jax would send you here?” The slug looked away, to the other men, to the ceiling, anywhere but at the man leaning over him. Domenico gave a huff of annoyance, pulled his gun from his waistband, and pressed it against the slug’s chest.

"Isabella, don't be angry. I'm going to explain everything." "Three years ago, I went after Vivian. She turned me down." "For her image, she demanded I give up being the Don. I couldn't do that." "She got vicious. Said if I weren't a Don, no woman would ever love me." "I wanted to prove her wrong. To get back at her. So I..." He trailed off, like the rest hurt to say. I clenched my teeth. My voice came out poisonous. "So the noble Don Angelo decided to throw his love at some peasant girl, Isabella."

The dark rooms beyond our bubble grew more ominous as Nox paced a small circle before stopping in front of me. Looming nearer, he replied, "Wrong answer, Miss Collins. I am not helping you. I'm helping myself. That's what I do. What we had in Del Mar..." He gestured between us. "...what we did, that wasn't me, not the me who succeeds in this filthy world. That was the me who believed he'd met a princess who enjoyed being treated like a slut." His lips pressed together as he slowly shook his head. "You deceived me."

It wasn't Lucas's voice on the other end, but a burst of rough laughter. "The Don’s got some moves. Bella finally agreed to sign over the Gallo shares," a gravelly voice said. One of Lucas’s top guys. "If it weren’t for Miss Sofia whispering in the Don’s ear every day, saying Bella’s mother raised her wrong, that all she cares about is power, the Don would’ve never made up his mind."

Riki poked me back. "Actually, the relevant quote is: 'I am Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez, Chief metallurgist to King Charles V of Spain. And I'm at your service'," Vincent regaled us with his movie trivia. "He later reveals that he was born Tak-ne in Egypt in the 9th century BCE. Also, his Spanish name makes no sense - he has one too many surnames." "Agent Loire, I am beginning to find intelligent men to be attractive," Charlotte said.

PING. The notification sounded like a victory bell. The bar turned 100%, and the text 'D******d Complete' flashed smugly. Noah leaned back into his gaming chair, its foam long since collapsed, and let out a long breath he’d been holding in his throat. "Damn, I actually got it. The kids on the forum are going to lose their minds when they find out I looted the De Luca server all by myself."

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.