Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

No, no, he wouldn’t – “I am proud to introduce the new executive head of Project Delphinium sub – division,” he said, raising his glass. “A woman of integrity. Tenacity. A woman whose fire is capable of burning through the darkness in one swift strike. A woman of dignity. Selfless and transparent. Skyla Leon Jefferson.” There was a long pause. The sudden silence caused chills to scatter across my spine. My fucking world was tilting, suppressed imaged flickered across my mind as I watched through hooded gaze.

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

Then he pulled it down. “‘Cazzo…’” he murmured in awe. Her breasts were barely covered by a lacy black bra. Pure perfection! “Let me take it off for you…” she said. “No, ‘piccola’… Allow me.” And with a quick move, he freed those tantalising breasts. “‘Sei perfetta…’ (You’re perfect)” The hard, pink tips were looking so tasty, and Damiano knew just by looking at them that his addiction was going to be complete and possibly devastating.

They’re all excellent but the best save for last and finally the MC called Shanes name. “The long wait is over! Ladies and gentlemen, our supermodel, the one and only Miss Shane Sandoval!” Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Shane is the most gorgeous, alluring and elegant among them. She walks with a smile on her face and everyone really loves her. The show continues without Shane knowing that I am here watching her personally. Every model ramped up the branded clothes that are trending in America. Shane wears the most expensive brand of clothes. She looks so stunning in every outfit that she’s wearing for the show.

Okay, I have to push away the nostalgia and at the same time, joy, the girl whose name I still don't know can discover me, and she may not get me the job she promised me. "Girl, this shirt is perfect, it looks great on me," I give a small jump full of emotion, I'm pretty, you can't tell that I'm carrying a little person inside of me. "Thank you very much, I need to take it with me, I'll pay for it at the cash register and..." "Wait for me, my name is Dolores Hernandez, and it's a pleasure to help you," she extends her hand, and that's when I should give her mine.

The pain inside me nearly swallowed me whole, but I still forced myself to stay calm and asked softly, "Then is there anything else you want? I'll go get it right now." Leo, however, beat me to it. He reached into his bag and took out an exquisitely packaged box of pastries and handed them to Celina. "I specifically went to buy these for you. They're the flavor you've been into lately. Give them a try?" Celina took the box, a smile spreading across her face. Even her voice became noticeably brighter. "Thank you, Leo. You really do know me well." I walked out of the room feeling deflated. Was this what she meant when she said nothing would change?

“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.

“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."