Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.

“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.

She even gives us all a smile as she takes her spot across from Darius. I knew, like me, my brothers were holding their breath as an instrumental of Perfect by Ed Sheeran began to play, and our girl stepped into view. Ryōta gently took her arm to guide her down the red carpet. I didn’t spare a glance at our father-in-law. No, my eyes were glued to our girl. Nuria had loaned her Nana Hazel’s wedding gown, and it fit her like a damn glove.

They could fight or wrestle downstairs! "I'm right, Nao! How would Anya react if Cedric's business is in the dark world? It's dangerous, right?" Dona said. "Come on, Dona Tesla!!!" Naomi yelled. "My name is Dona Hasta!" "SHUT UP!" I repeated with a louder tone than before. It worked. They both fell silent, staring at each other with a readiness to attack. Clawing at each other's faces or even pulling each other's hair. Just like little kids fighting over something.

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

"Who exactly are you people? Tell me. I need to know the answer!" The man was convinced that I had no way of escaping, which was why he did not mind revealing more information. "Have you heard of Vincent Corleone, baby? He's known as Don Corleone to the people of Socario. He's the Don who holds absolute power and has full control of this state." His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. There was a tinge of respect in his amused tone. "We initially bought you as a special present for him as congratulations for becoming the new Don. After all, who wouldn't like such a beautiful bride like you?"

“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.