Donald Na Novels & Stories

Hera asked his son and the other women grew curious, too, about his answer. "Pretty much yes. I know you all would... At the right time. Actually, I have brought news with me from my mission at the CDC. It's all good, don't worry." Said Donald and put chunks of steak on his plate using his bare hands. "Do tell, son," Magenta spoke, clasping her hands in front of her on the tabletop, and her sisters' whole attention was on the only man in the room.

As if reading his mind, Donald said, “I recently bought two new tuxedos, one size too small. They’ll fit you perfectly.” “What makes you think so?” “They will,” Donald replied with confidence. “I know for a fact.” He winked again. Nathan threw him a murderous glare. Donald really knew how to get on his nerves. Back in his room, Nathan changed into one of the tuxedos. Just as Donald had said, it fit perfectly. Who could guess he was a mere bodyguard in such an elegant outfit? After admiring himself in the mirror—just for a moment—he returned to the front door where Donald waited for him.

Donald chuckled and continued eating. Some minutes later, Leonard looked up from his food. "Err...Donald" he said and Donald looked at him. "Yes" "Elena...do you like her?" Leonard asked. "Who is Elena?" Donald asked, confused. "Seriously? The girl you said is your mate" Leonard replied. "Oh..Elena" Donald nodded. "So do you like her?" Leonard asked again. "She is not my type and besides she is an omega..so no, I don't like her" Donald replied.

On the balcony of the second floor of Donald's villa, he had taken a bath. He wore a set of white casual clothes, and his hair was dried by the night wind. Donald carried Nala in his arms, and his large palm would occasionally caress Nala's small head. However, his gaze was fixated on the road that was from the center of the city, which was not too far away from the villa. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but right now, he was rather frustrated and didn't know what to do either.

When he saw me, he froze. "Nora…" His voice was raw. I didn't answer. I just gave him a slight nod. The kind you give a stranger. "Gentlemen, let's begin," the mediator announced. But Damon wasn't paying attention to the deal. He was staring at me, a wild, desperate light burning in his eyes. "Nora," he said, his voice raw. "Can we talk? Alone?" "There's nothing to talk about," I replied, my voice pure ice. "We're competitors."

Carl was right in front of the bookshelves, about to find Violet. "Carl, you're still so generous as always." Unfortunately, the door creaked open. Donald, clad in gold accessories, entered the room. He was wearing a gold shirt with red pants, with gold accessories on his neck, wrists, and even fingers. He was "blinding" even from afar, to say the least. "Why are you here?" Carl frowned but didn't stop stepping forward. "Why? Am I not welcome here?" Donald walked briskly and stopped Carl. He laughed warmly, appearing "down-to-earth" at Carl's slight frown.

“I’m sure your friends have female daughters. Why don’t you pair them with your son while I work as a maid to settle the debt?” Donald continued to stare at me with a plain expression, saying nothing. “You all don’t have to pretend towards me. I know your intentions are not pure. I don’t care what they are but I’m not going to fall into you all’s trap.” “You don’t even know us that well to conclude,” Donald said. “I know enough. The first time I saw you, you acted like a man whose son was crippled, but here you are today, looking all calm after making a joke out of my life.”

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

“I’m told you’ve been useful to my wife. Introductions. A stylist. Coffee, I understand, on a fairly regular schedule.” I said nothing. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t be a confession of something. “I want to be clear with you,” Donald went on, “because I don’t think anyone has been. “You are, in the scheme of things that matter, a very small man. An entertainer. A face that gets recognised in restaurants and forgotten by the time the bill arrives. “I don’t say that to be cruel. I say it because I think somewhere in the last month you’ve begun to believe you’re something else, and I’d rather correct that now, gently, than watch you find out the hard way.”