Dona Perfecta Novels & Stories

Even her heels sounded like judgment on the floor, soft, precise, lethal. Matteo stood beside her, immaculate in black, his presence still commanding but tempered now, a shadow to her flame. He didn’t seem diminished, only deliberate. He raised his glass first, but when the cameras flashed, it was her name they chanted. Donna Bianca Ashford. The Queen of New York. The sole ruler of the Romano Empire.

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!

Savina giggled softly. "What does that even mean?" Leniela asked. "Well, according to The Ferrari Mafia rule, the wife of the Don officially becomes Donna immediately she becomes pregnant". Nathalia explained. Leniela stayed silent to understand what she said before bursting into serious laughter. "You think I'm pregnant?" she laughed " We all know that won't be happening anytime soon. I simply stayed up late last night". "Don't be too confident about that because those things aren't 100% effective especially with the rate at which you two are doing it".

At this moment, she stepped on the ring harshly and pointed at Winnifred as she berated, "You are an utter disappointment!" At the same time, she also glared at Dona, who was beside her. I know Dona, the freak from the Michel Family, the weirdo who's neither a man nor a woman. I really can't imagine that my daughter has been fooling around with someone like this! Elizabeth raised her gun once more and shot Dona harshly a few more times. When she pressed on the trigger, there was no hesitation or pause at all. Dona, who already couldn't get up, grunted and lay back on the ground convulsing as blood oozed out of her body profusely.

I told him, trying to laugh away my discomfort. He tilted his head with a quirk of his eyebrow, his lips lifting in the hint of a smile. "I thought they made the story feel more intimate. After all, the Moon Goddess is just a woman, an extremely powerful one, but a woman all the same. The drawings show her as a mortal being rather than the entity in the clouds we usually think of her as."

“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.

She removes her mask and lets it slip free. “Is that?” “No, it can’t be.” “She is even more beautiful than I thought.” “I am Donna Cassandria Bristol-Romano. I am Don Francesco Romano’s niece and the rightful heir to the Romano family. From now on, there will be changes made to how things are done. I can see a few angry faces. So let me say this. Suck it. Challenge me if you want. But as you have just heard, I have power behind me. So let’s all get along, shall we? Ciao.” She says and steps down, her team surrounding her as she walks past me, but I grab her hand and she stops. Fuck this.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

She instructed about three girls to carry Jessica gently as they went to Jessica's new room, while waiting for the doctor's arrival. "Who are you to the Don?" One of the popular stripper identified as Sophia, asked Jessica after placing her on the bed. "The Don?" "The leader of the Black shade Mafia cult." On hearing this, it suddenly felt like the atmosphere had become stiffened .

Kerrington's words. "You have the perfect job and a successful company. And Zion, a hardworking and respectable man. You really must be God's favorite." Mr. Kerrington continued, showering her with praise. His admiration for her shone brightly in his eyes. Ayva's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Zion. Amanda on the other hand wore a deep frown of distaste on her face. "But you," he began, casting a disappointed gaze at his daughter seated beside him. The look of disappointment on his face was palpable.