Donald Na Novels & Stories

Connie will promote anyone with talent, no matter what their background is. In the past, the Damien Family used to make me feel suffocated. However, I am fond of the Damien's now because this is my first time experiencing the happiness and pride of being a part of the Damien Family! Besides, there's the Michel Family too. Dona is an oddball, but she is still openly involved in the administrative work in the Michel Family. Furthermore, she is known as the infamous Mr. Dona in Taadi City's underworld. She would shoot anyone who has the audacity to drop a comment on the spot.

Then, he took the mic from my hands. "I and my wife," he began, his voice smooth and deep, "will be making the first donation." He looked straight into the crowd now. "Fifty million dollars." Gasps erupted around the room, followed by stunned silence. The same people who had doubted me seconds ago now wore expressions of awe, uncertainty, and respect. My heart pounded. What was he playing at? Dante turned slightly toward me, the corner of his mouth twitching in the faintest hint of a smirk.

“You—you are Don Dante Romano?!” “In the flesh.” I knew him. I definitely knew him. Hell, any Italian person who has the barest connection with the underground world would know him. Youngest Don in history. This man became a don at age fourteen. At age fourteen I was having sleepovers, painting my nails, beheading my Barbie dolls, and doing weird makeups with my mother, while he was going around, shooting, killing, and selling hard drugs and bizarre things. Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil.

Impressed. Back at the camp... Sarah is sitting in the camp's personal Church of Christ. Sarah prays "I can't stay!" To God. God told her "I'll send Donald to run the protests for you." To keep her calm. Sarah remembers Donald, then says "That guy? Who is he?" In concern for her group. God says "I have sent him, he'll be good enough." To calm her feelings. Donald was the best choice, he learned & grew as a Lawyer, had faith in God, which caused his cases to skyrocket in success & he was passionate about freeing the Russians.

in a tone that makes me certain that it’s Father on the other end of the line. Donald waits, listening, for a long time. Then he says, “I understand.” He hangs up. He’s looking at me with the strangest expression on his face. “What is it?” Neil says. “Take off that vest,” Donald says to Neil. “Julia, go change your clothes.” “Why? Into what?” “Something clean that doesn’t look like shit,” he snaps at me. “Do you own anything like that?” Maybe. Possibly not, by Donald’s standards.

“That was exactly what you were doing with your new toy upon my arrival.” He hits a nerve too because irritation flares inside me, but my hand stays on the desk. He must have seen me and Elara at the dining table. “What is it, Felix? What does your master want?” Silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating before he breaks the tension. “Donna Nera is securing a seat on the National Port Authority’s board. The Russo family is opening the door for her.” It’s a good thing, what she’s doing, but I’m not about to applaud her. “I give her the Moretti Luxury Hotel Group. She has enough on her plates, why the ports?”

"Selena, I have two options for you—one, you continue medical school and have a quiet career as a small-time doctor after graduation. Two, I'll adopt you and train you as my heir. Newborough will be yours." George's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned at him and winked. … Many years later, no one knew that the mafia's Donna was an ordinary surgeon. I never visited my mom after George put her into a regular elderly home. As for Ariana, she was asked to either continue her studies or find a job and make an honest living for herself. On a weekend afternoon, I knocked on Nancy's front door again. I smiled as I handed her 500 dollars and a necklace with a golden heart-shaped pendant. "N

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

“Don’t worry about the office or our business, Ma’am. I’m taking care of everything. You just get well, Ma’am.” Donald couldn’t stop himself from following the girl’s movements. Lately, he caught himself staring at Fiona a lot and thinking a lot about her. He never knew eyeglasses could be so cute on anyone, and lately, he fantasized more about them. What would she feel like spread out under him? What would it feel like to be buried so deep inside her? His dick jerked at the damn thought, and Donald cursed under his breath. Jesus, these days his body has been reacting like a teenager without his real taste of women. He had to get his shit together.

Regrettably, Rena knew too much, so I have to act quickly to deal with her. “Suppongo che il motivo per cui stai chiamando sia perché hai trovato il mio contenitore, sei riuscito a riprenderlo e stai per tornare a casa”, ha risposto alla chiamata mio padre Federico, che sembrava pigro e come se si era appena svegliato dal sonno disse. “I assume the reason you’re calling is because you’ve found my container, managed to get it back, and are on the verge of returning home,” Responding to the call was my father Federico, who sounded sluggish and as though he had just awoken from sleep said.