Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

Don hurt me so badly, I never believed he could do such a thing to me, I said to myself as a tear dropped from my eyes, thank GOD my aunty is not home, a message beeped on my phone and thinking about the devil it was DON, "Come tomorrow night for The Trillion Dollar Hotel Party, it's strictly compulsory for all workers, I still miss you, DON", He just wants to tell me because he's not in the position to do that. I ignored the message, still eating my cupcakes, I entered the bedroom looking for what to wear and also I ended up packing some clothes for two or three days like I promised Coco. I can wear anything, am not trying to impress anyone. Bringing out some clothing before I heard a beep

she snarled, killing the cigarette on my plush old oak door, leaving a dark burn circle on that expensive wood. “No, it’s not” I need her to tell me what the hell her problem is. It wasn’t new to me that Dante broke her, but this was something else. She can’t be serious about that broken phone. Because of it, she made a human target out of Mira.

Let her see what I really am when the name, the estate, and the family bullshit strip away. After I’m done with a few rounds, I drop my gloves and lean over the ropes. Our eyes lock for a moment, and then she breaks it by looking away. “You want a turn, princess?” I ask. She scoffs. “Please. I don’t need to roll around in your testosterone sandbox.” Donny barks a laugh. “Come on, sweetheart. Show him girls hit harder than they look.” She narrows her eyes at me and then bites her bottom lip. They looked so yummy, and for a moment, I wondered what I could do with them. Focus. I snapped myself out of it and walked towards the middle of the ring.

I like her. We keep eye contact. She's struggling to keep it but she's trying to be tough. That's my girl. But we were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Oh pizza's here". Before letting her go, i say to her "do anything suspicious and the pizza guy dies". I saw the fear in her eyes. She knows I'm dead serious. I met her go and answered the door. Took my seven boxes of pizza, tipped the delivery guy then closed the door. "Sure he can kill someone but still tips the pizza guy" I heard her murmur and I smile.

"Mr. Ford, let go." "Where are you going?" She frowned. "It's none of your business." He stared at her face for a long time. "You specifically came to Elise's birthday party for revenge?" "No." She looked back at him, her emotions well hidden. She added indifferently, "I need to go to the restroom. Please let go." Still, Blake didn't let go. His voice became low and hoarse when he said, "You've just come out of prison. Don't do anything foolish again."

"You gave me the code. Forgotten already?" He didn't answer. She looked me up and down and laughed. "Look at yourself. You're a walking cartoon." "Hope the reporters don't write that you couldn't even compete with a cartoon," I said. "You bitch." She swung at my face. I flinched. The slap never landed. Angelo caught her wrist. He dragged her out of the room. Their voices leaked back through the wall. "Angelo, wake up. You think she doesn't know who you are?"

She promised her that everything was under control and that they would never get caught. "No, no… my aunt was a beautiful soul, she could never have any enemies… she loves everyone around her, I'm not sure had any enemies," I said amidst tears. Just as we were talking, I heard my phone ringing. It was Don. I couldn't bring myself to answer it as I knew he was trouble for me and my love life. Just as I ignored his call after three times, I heard my phone beep. He sent me a text. [ I'm back in Manhattan, I just arrived. Pick up, we have to talk!]

Next, a slim figure walked in. The person was dressed in a long white dress, but it could not hide their exquisite figure. She was smiling sweetly and looked attractive. It was Donna Bush, his Senior Sister. When she saw Darryl cleaning the table, Donna could not help but cover her mouth and laughed. ‘Junior Brother is a really hard-working and good man. Whoever marries him is blessed.’ Darryl was stunned and could not help but ask, “Senior Sister? Why are you here?” Donna nodded and greeted the Empress and Yvette before she smiled and said, “Junior Brother, do you remember you agreed to teach me mimic technique? I have some free time tonight; can you teach me?”

Donny—an individual who wakes up and chooses violence every morning—chose to throw her large Burger King drink at him, the crappy top bursting off, and the icy beverage coated the poor man. … Should have stayed quiet. When he stood to confront Donny, she didn’t flinch; she just stood there waiting for the first swing, tilting her head like she was just begging him to do something—anything… she knew she was strong and loved showing that power every chance she was given.

“I don’t expect it, I prepare for it.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then spoke again. “You’re making a mistake.” “It wouldn’t be my first,” I retorted. “You don’t understand what you’re turning down,” she said. “And you don’t understand who you’re talking to.” “You’re not in control here,” she said as her composure began to crack. “And yet…” I said with a smirk at the corner of my lips. “I still said no.” She scoffed. “Let's see how far your ‘no’ lasts,” she said.