Don Winslow Books Novels & Stories

The red liquid pooled around mum, dad and Vivian and even soaked up the huge carpet in the centre of the room. Their eyes were hollow, and I watched their life slowly slip out of their bodies. The man and Ares were long gone and I rushed towards my father. “Mi amor.” He was breathless. “Whatever happens, don't let anyone know where those documents are. Promise me.” My vision blurred as tears cascaded down my cheeks,but I nodded anyway. Before he could say anything else, I watched his eyes flicker shut and his body go limp. No. No. No. There was no way this could be happening. There was no way a peaceful morning could have ended in a bloodbath,

masterminds are here, playing games with them." said my mother. "Now you are getting the point." I replied. "We dont need guns, the police or government to fight some battles. We need the people. Common people." I said and my mother stared at me in amazement. "I love you Fetty. You are so smart. Sometimes, I feel I don't deserve such a sensible child. " she said. I smiled halfway then noticed the book beside my mother's chair. "It's yours. I bought it for you. " she said. "Wow. " I said while grabbing the book. "Have you read it before? " she asked. "No. Not at all. " I replied. "I told the book seller, I don't know whether to purchase this book or not because my daughter reads virtually ev

"Well, that doesn't change that he lied to me and betrayed my trust. I fell out of love with Eddie, but he's a monster. Meeting Don, I didn't want to get involved with another man. I just wanted to live peacefully with my son, living a good life without problems." "But you love Don, don't you? And I know how much he loves you." I look down at my shoes and then brush my strains of hair away from my face. "I...I don't know." Firm hand pat on my shoulder. I look up at Solomon's dark eyes. "Don is a good man. He and the men have been together since we joined the military simultaneously. We've been through the A****n jungle to the coldest place in the world. We have each other backs. Don may have

A library with thousands of books lining mahogany shelves. Every room screamed wealth and power. Every surface was pristine, perfect, like something out of a magazine. It felt nothing like a home and everything like a fortress. Finally, Dante stopped at a set of double doors at the end of a hallway. "The master bedroom," he said, pushing them open. Isabella's stomach dropped.

Why are my feelings flashing like neon lights? Still my shoulder slumps in relief. At least someone isn’t unreasonable putting a blame on me. I’m still mulling this over when one of Nero’s men bursts into the dining room. “The Don is back.”

I could see the beads of moisture on his forehead. "Orders." Donovan Davenport slammed his hand on the table. The sound echoed through the room like thunder. "We've been waiting for orders for six months. Six months, Moreau. Six months while the Volkovs have been killing our people." Antonio Moreau didn't flinch. "What would you have us do? March into their territory without a plan?" "Better than doing nothing." Davenport's eyes were burning. "My people are dying, Victor. My people are dying, and you're sitting here talking about strategy."

Julian was carrying a beautiful two-year-old boy. The headline: European Thorne Don and Wife Married for Three Years. Firstborn Son Thriving. Expecting Baby No. 2! He stared at my happy smile. He stared at the little boy's blurry but familiar face. His heart felt like it went through a meat grinder. Three years... Do the math. That was the baby I was pregnant with when I left! The baby never died! Tears dropped silently onto his dead legs. He finally realized. He wasn't just stripped of his right to be a father forever. He didn't even have the right to know the truth. The woman who treated him like a savior. The woman who would give up everything for him. She was never coming back.

The once-untouchable Don relied on hallucinogens nightly, for only in dreams could he see me alive. One late night, under the drugs' haze, he saw "me" again. "Bianca…" he whispered, reaching out greedily toward the illusion. I stood before him, wearing the same old clothes from the night I left, coldly pointing toward the sea. "You want to go there?" he asked, dazed. "Alright… I'll take you." Staggering, he stumbled toward the ocean, ghost-like and unsteady. I watched, detached, tired of this solitary performance.

Third Person's POV Three months passed after that. Lorenzo found a job at a small law firm in Newmont, where he worked as a legal assistant. When Antonio heard the news, he almost thought he had misheard. "Don Moretti, you're joking, right?" "I'm not joking." Lorenzo's voice was calm. "I need a job." What he didn't say was that he needed a legitimate job because all of his illegal assets had been seized. The former Don of the Moretti family now lived on a monthly salary of three thousand dollars.

The president of Bonner Industries, his wife, and their red-eyed, chubby son were already waiting inside, their faces ashen with dread. The headmaster, hovering nervously beside them, kept wiping sweat from his forehead. Dominic sat in the leather armchair, his legs crossed, flipping through the special permit Drake had just handed him. He didn't speak, yet the atmospheric pressure in the room remained suffocatingly low. The only sound was the faint rustle of paper as he turned each page with deliberate slowness—a deliberate psychological torment. The Bonners trembled violently, on the verge of collapse. It was Avery who finally broke the silence.