Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

"Oh, what are we gonna do?!" Piper's voice rose in panic and she began to speak in rapid Spanish. "Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo, santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino. Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo—" "Piper, calm down!" Kade interrupted. "We're going to die today, and you want me to calm down?!" Piper wailed. I glanced at Dona. She was breathing heavily, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. But there was an angry look on her face. Even though she was scared, I could tell she was also pissed off. Furious, actually. I didn't blame her.

But hearing praise from both of them warmed my heart. Leon put down his spoon. He looked at Adrian. "Did Dona contact you?" Leon asked suddenly. Adrian frowned. "Dona?" "Margaret said Dona contacted my office, looking for you." I looked at Adrian. "Who's Dona?" Adrian and Leon exchanged glances. "Dona is our former mistress before you. She's beautiful, ambitious, and knows how to manipulate. She made us break up a few times. But in the end, she just left."

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

However, Mikhail's face remained stoic, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain a neutral expression. Ronan Marino stood up, a charming smile on his face. "It is with great honor and pleasure to introduce to you the future Bratva's bride, Donatella De Luca." He walked towards the door, opening it with a flourish. Donatella stepped in, her navy blue gown shimmering under the lights. The off-the-shoulder design accentuated her elegant neck, and the knee-length hem showcased her toned legs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her bright smile lit up the room.

A sing-song voice called out and Kael pushed the door open. Once we got in I saw a beautiful woman sitting on the sofa. “Hi, Alpha Kael. How are you doing?” She then looked at me. “You are the beautiful woman everyone is talking about. I'm Dona and you?” She walked up to me and hugged me. That was a surprise. “Hi…hi Dona.” I said awkwardly. “I know some people say I'm a bit too much. But I don't care, I think I would love to be friends.” She let me go and looked into my eyes.

“Your body temperature is normal. Maya are you alright?” “Oh come on Noor! Of course I am fine.” “Then are you serious?” she asks and she nods. “Maya what you are asking for can only happen after centuries. Mr. Ambrose is an embodiment of male beauty, many women out there want to be with him and not one,” she emphasized by showing her finger. “I mean not even one has been able to capture his eye and heart. We are talking about the most eligible and beautiful models like Chanel Gold and Camellia Canella. That men’s heart is as hard as a rock and no woman has been able to break it. Do you honestly think you have the shots to do it?” Noor asked her and the woman doubtingly bit her nails. “Maya,

A large air conditioning unit blew out cool air. Gen and I took a seat and waited. And waited. And waited. "How much longer? I'm becoming hungry," Gen asked. I was becoming irritated. I tapped my nails on the surface of the table and looked at my wristwatch. The door finally pushed open and an elderly man appeared. I stood and Gen did the same. "Good afternoon. I'm King Charles the Third. Welcome to Conovia." "It's a pleasure Your Highness. I'm Emily Hollen, and this is Generosa Sky."

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

“Holly?” I nod. “And?” “She was perfect.” He smirks. “Of course she was. She’s terrifyingly good at being perfect.” I swirl the whiskey in my glass. “She fit in too well.” Dante leans forward. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It is.” He studies me. “You think she’s playing you?” I hesitate. “I think I want her too much to care.” Dante laughs. “You’re in deep.” “I know.”

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