Dona Morte Novels & Stories

Dona, who already couldn't get up, grunted and lay back on the ground convulsing as blood oozed out of her body profusely. When Elizabeth pulled the trigger, Winnifred was so shocked that she was stunned. She thought that even if they got exposed, she would bear most of the consequences. After all, Dona belonged to the Michel Family, so no matter what, the Jones Family would still respect them. When Dona lay in the puddle of blood after receiving a few shots, Winnifred finally returned to her senses. They are planning to kill Dona! "Dona!" After hugging her, Winnifred realized that she was full of wounds, with blood flowing continuously from her body.

“These decide how long you have to live. Depending on your answers is how slow and torturous I make it.” “Stupid woman. You can’t scare me.” “Uncle, I would answer her questions. She is definitely the one you should be scared of.” Veronica smiles but holds her hand up to Luis. “I forgot. I didn’t introduce myself. It’s a pleasure to meet you El Jefe. I am Donna Veronica Molina of the Sanchez Mafia also known as the Mafia Blood Queen.” Jesus’s face pales and he gasps. “No. It’s not possible. She is a myth.”

Of all the places he should be now, this was not the best. "Wow, Josh," Don exclaimed. "If it isn't his assistant himself." Josh, I guessed, was Don's assistant and also the one who led me in here. The look in Don's eyes was almost manic, and I could tell that he was on a killing spree. He lifted his gun towards Antonio. Now that I wasn't going to have. In a swift motion, I pointed my gun at Josh, and luckily for me, Don was looking away. I pulled the trigger, and Josh screamed.

Chain lower back minutes later and stared at her with nothing but hatred in his eyes. “So here's the deal: I can help you cross if you could pay me eighty million bucks, the entire amount of money those guys spent if you want to have intercourse with them. alternative two is to die by using my hands, and choice three is to die via someone else’s fingers. Now make your choice,” Chain stated, obviously at her.

“𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚?” “𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩? 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝘼 𝙯𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚.”

Like he didn’t learn it in my bed, in my arms. They say he’s married now. That poor, quiet girl with the bruised wrists and wide eyes. Aziza. Even her name sounds fragile, like a whisper of a word that could easily be broken. She moves like a shadow, silent, careful. Like she’s always apologizing just for existing. She doesn’t talk much, but you can feel the fear in her posture, in the way she flinches before a room even notices her. She’s not a wife. She’s a possession.

“Will you help me?” I begged my childhood friend, Matteo Russo. “Right now, you’re the only person who can stand against Elijah. If you help me, I can fake my death and leave.” Matteo is the Don of the largest mafia family in Sinticily. To him, staging a fake death through an accident would be effortless. However, instead of answering, he asked, “Hazel, are you really willing to give up everything? Five years of marriage, and your son, who has always adored you. Once you fake your death, you’ll lose it all.”

Devon drinks a little and takes a bite of the cookie. “So how can I help you?” She asked again. “I have a friend here whose name is Irish, Irish it’s Luna and Luna she is Irish” Devon introduced us to each other and we greeted each other and shook hands. “She had an accident last year that killed her friends, colleagues, and her boyfriend… The bus that they are riding going to Baguio fell on the cliff and everybody died including her but there’s an unexplainable thing that happened… which is…---” Then he looked at me because he didn’t know how he was going to say it. He is worried that he might offend me.

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell