Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

And when we opened the glass door, our eyes narrowed to a perfect slit to what we were seeing. Fresh glasses of fruit juice were on the small marbled table. The two ladies were in their skimpy bikinis and Donna was holding a magazine. They were facing each other while ogling at the photos of whatever those were. "Oh my goodness! I will give this one a perfect 10. Look at that four-pack abs!" We heard Dakota comment with adoration. Martin clenched his fists at once. "His beard is to kill. It suits him a lot. No wonder, he's called god. Perfect 10 for me, too!" and that made me furious. I just told her about my rules. No adoration nor endearment to anyone except ME!

Mariquita asks and shudders lightly. “We will find out after the game”. I say with a smirk. “Group C, pick an instrument”. I look at the group and watch as Matteo announces. “A guitar”. Annalia smiles. This is so going to be a piece of cake. Annalia is a goddess when it comes to playing the guitar. She picks up the guitar and our host whispers the title of the song in her ear. Annalia smiles at our group again and winks. She starts playing and I can swear that I know the song but I can't place my fingers around it. I watch the other groups no one's raising their hands.

“Hurry up. She has to be ready before the Don.” The cook, Martha, peeked in at one point. “Mrs. Mancini,” she said softly, “you look beautiful.” The stylist chimed in, “The Don made a splendid choice in his Donna.” The women chuckled together. I only rolled my eyes. Choice wasn’t the word. By the time everything was done, I could barely recognize the reflection staring back at me. I looked elegant, polished, untouchable. But inside, my chest was tight. “Nora, it’s time to go. The ride is here,” Luca called.

Naomi's voice sounded unusual. "If it's juice, I want some. Or I can order it for you, Cedric. What about you?" Dona is always the laziest when it comes to going to the juice or food vendor. She prefers to call the server instead of walking up to them. She says it's part of the service, but in reality, she's just lazy and doesn't want to move. Now?

She said with a warm smile pointing to the plate of pancakes. “Good morning. Thank you for this and you can call me Karolia by the way.” I returned the smile and saw her nodding her head before continuing with her work. I eat in silence as the flavors of the maple syrup dipped pancake and blueberries flood in my mouth. My euphoria with the taste of the breakfast ended when I noticed the silence in the house. Having three people, Grecia, Rebecca, and Daniella in the mansion alone, we will be able to hear the non-stop chattering and sounds. Grecia herself is a person who cannot sit quietly and always talks or does something to remain active but, right now the house feels awfully calm. “Daniell

“If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.” “What if someone out there knows me? I used to be a stripper,” Donna whispered harshly. Farah looked mildly irritated with her in that way siblings were when someone was being overdramatic. “They can go fuck themselves.” Donna shook her head. “I won’t be a good Luna. Fuck, I do not even know what a Luna is.” My eyes found hers. Donna’s lips trembled as one tear slipped down. “I am not like you,” she added.

Her dark red lipstick making her look beyond alluring, graceful, divine, elegant, refined, dazzling even pulchritudinous— no word could describe how beautiful she looked. "Don't ruin the make up." Donato said cheerfully. " You will have all the man in a trance even the married men." Donato said with a quirky smile. "Thank you." Della said showing off her pearly white smile. "Now that I'm done with the first lady, young man get in your suit and Milano get in your dress." Donato demanded. "It's just Mila." Mila said rolling her eyes.

In terms of visual effects, Dona was the perfect winner! "Leona..." Although Dona wasn't wearing high heels, it didn't stop her from swaying, and a series of tremors made the surrounding male staff shudder twice. Leona sighed inwardly. No wonder she was accused of being a mistress! Damn that whining voice, it was the existence most hated by all legitimate couples! "Hmm, do you want a drink?" Leona distracted Dona, "The red wine that was just flown in from France at four in the morning."

Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles and were vibrating in arousal. “And look at this!” she exclaimed, turning her back to the people. “Look at my poor emaciated buns. Do you think they could possibly provide any cushioning when a guy is fucking my ass off? I mean ... Really!” “Maria Sanchez, you are an utter dream!” Donna declared. “Now come here so I can taste one of those luscious nipples I’ve missed so much.” Maria looked fearful but did as Donna asked. Moving slowly she came over to the table and stood beside Donna’s seat.