Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

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.”

She grinned. "A man who fights this hard for a woman would never give up on her. I knew it. And that, my dear, is the real weakness of love. It’s dangerous. It makes people stupid." A knock came from the door. Valentina didn’t flinch. She set her glass down, turning toward the door. A man stepped inside, dressed in a sleek black suit. He bowed slightly. "Donna, the Don is here." Valentina’s smile widened. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Showtime."

“What’s there to be afraid of? Whatever belongs to Adria will be mine soon enough.” With that, Jeffery tore open Dona’s maternity dress, sucking on her breasts and jokingly saying, “Dona, you’re such a slut. You haven’t even given birth yet, and you’re already producing milk.” “Pregnant women are something else. You’re even tighter down there than before...” “You’re so naughty…” Dona blushed, shamelessly indulging in their twisted pleasure in the car that was part of my dowry. When the video ended, Jeffery’s face turned ashen.

THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL. "We've heard many stories about you, devil. We just haven't met you in person," Dona spoke as she stepped out of the bathroom, naked. She was fucking endowed... not too beautiful as his Shortie... Oh that cupcake, he had missed her so much and couldn't wait to claim her after killing Diego. "I knew the moment I saw you when you stepped into the clan..." She climbed on him, pressing her hard nipple against his chest. "You're not someone ordinary. You're someone with power, respect and of course... someone that can destroy me in bed."

Chapter 1 From the position between the legs of Aslan's partner, his face lifted as he heard countless loud knocks on his door. "Shit!" Donna muttered irritably because she was left hanging, unable to reach her climax. She was almost there. Women usually finish quickly, whether through oral, manual, or intercourse. During their one session, she had orgasmed multiple times, but today it seemed like she couldn’t even get one. Donna Miranda had been his constant bed partner since college. She was four years younger than him. She was from the neighboring town, the daughter of a couple of entrepreneurs. Her family was the wealthiest in that town, aside from the Escobar estate, which he managed.

“And who might this be?” I opened my mouth to speak, but Dante stepped forward, his voice firm. “This is Alina Romano, Donna of the Romano Empire, legally wedded wife of Don Valentino Romano, here on his behalf as is her right under Romano law. The Don is currently indisposed, and she will be presiding in his stead.” For a moment, the table was silent. Then they all burst into laughter. A woman at the Table of Dons was clearly amusing to them.

Hearing Tukijo's grumbling, Markonah who was sitting in front of him muttered, "Tsk ... he wants to use you, idiot!." Markonah is a tomboyish girl, but beautiful, sweet and adorable. Her face is always cheerful as if the shin sun. Her appearance was as tough a blooming white rose making the men couldn't stop staring at her. But, her ingrained nonchalant nature makes it difficult for every man to approach her. She tends to be alone rather than hanging out with his friends. The girl is the daughter of the owner of a bakery located at the Mojing Crossroad, to be precise next to Mas Agus Restaurant.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.