Don T Save Her Novels & Stories

He spun around, sprinted out of the house, and drove like a madman back to the hospital. Outside her room, just as he was about to throw the door open, he heard Sophia’s high-pitched, giggling voice. She was bragging to someone on the phone. "The plan worked better than I thought. I fake a little cough, and Damian kicks that bitch out himself." "He’s wrapped around my finger. Once I’m the new Donna, New York belongs to me." Damian’s sanity snapped. He kicked the door in with a deafening crash, cutting her laughter short.

Then, without warning, Mikhail bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if imprinting a vow into her skin. When he drew back, his eyes locked with hers—fierce, protective, unyielding. And then he turned, the door closing behind him with a final echo, leaving her alone once more. But this time, Donatella’s chest carried a small flame of hope. Because if there was one man in this world who could tear the council apart to save her—it was Mikhail Morozov.

Donald’s hands slid into the pockets of his white robe pulling it open just enough to show a little more of his chest hair, but nothing else. Darius heard something then that was very, very unexpected. Her heart. It beat normally. She was blinking at the coffee table, her mind racing around ideas they couldn’t guess at. He looked toward her chest, listened closely to the calm sound and then met Donald’s knowing gaze. He’d heard it, too. So had Elias and Daniel. They waited. It was up to her to say something now. It was all on her. As the pieces fell into place, she whispered, “That’s how you were able to save my life. You moved with preternatural speed?”

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

“That jacket? It’s armor. But the second you drop it, you’re unstoppable. Walk in there like the room belongs to you. Remember the plan: tease, tempt, get him to cross the line—just enough. The camera’s already watching. You control the narrative. You control him.” I nodded, my throat tight. “And if anything feels off, even a little, you walk out. Text me. I’ll be right downstairs in the lobby, phone in hand. You’re not trapped. You’re the one setting the trap.” Her words steadied me, just a fraction. She pulled me into a quick, fierce hug. “Go make him beg for mercy, Bella.” Then she stepped back, giving me one last proud look before heading down the stairs. I watched her disappear around t

Just don’t hurt her. DON: What do I want? Isn’t it clear enough? I want you to break up with her. That’s the only way you can save her at this rate. Break up with her in the cruelest way possible. Make her hate you, squash her feelings and step on them. After that, you leave Boston. Axel’s eyes widened. What the heck? AXEL: What? I can’t do that. I love her. I can’t just break her heart.

Don said, and brought out his claws. ".. What are you going to do? Let me go! Help! Someone save me from this psychopath!" Soul scream out, but got no help. "...shut up! I can't stand you mortal and the noise you make." Don said to Anika, and close her mouth with one of his hand.

Because I trained her to crave it. --- That’s what Duncan doesn’t understand. He thinks he’s in control. He thinks he’s breaking her. But what he’s really doing… Is finishing my work. And when she finally collapses into someone’s arms? It won’t be his. Because he doesn’t love her the way I do. He doesn’t know what love really is. Not like I do. Not like I proved. --- I saved her. That’s the part they always forget. They see the monster I became—but they forget the boy who starved with her in a busted-down shelter in a city that didn’t give a damn.

“Just save her! I don’t care what it costs—just don’t let her die!” His words came through like an echo underwater. Don’t let her die… Don’t let her die… But why now? Why beg for her life when he had just wished for her death? Is this just for show? How pathetic… Her heart thudded weakly. Too late, Clint… And then—everything went black. ***

He followed soon after, his thick hands digging into her waist and hips, holding her in position as he emptied his seed into her womb. Hours later, she lay against him, having spent time in the large tub being pampered. Gazing into his steel grey-blue eyes, she traced his stubbled jaw and said sadly, “Do you think…the child will be saved?” The Don grunted, biting hard on her roving finger and she yelped. “Yes,” he growled,” They want to bring the girl back badly. They’ll succeed or die trying.” And with that rather cold declaration, Proserpina had to be satisfied.