Donatello 2012 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The night was filled with performances, laughter, and celebration. The gift-giving ceremony was a highlight of the evening. The Italian Mafias, La Famiglia De Lucas, gifted Donatella a beautiful frame with a photo of her, while the Morozov family presented her with a brand-new Bugatti. The Pakhan, Sergei Morozov, gifted her a stunning diamond necklace from the 80s, crafted in a vintage London style. Donatella's eyes welled up with tears as she thanked her loved ones for their thoughtful gifts.

I think I just saw someone who looked exactly like Donatello! I stopped in my tracks. I stood there, scanning the entire departure hall. Crowds of people, but no familiar face. I clutched my phone. Donatello's wound had just healed. Last week, the doctor said he needed at least another month of rest, no long-distance travel. He couldn't be here. Chloe must have been mistaken. I told myself that. But just in case, I dialed Marcus's number. "Marcus," I said, getting straight to the point. "Where's Donatello right now?"

Adriano dropped in a crouch in front of a smirking Donatello. There was anticipation and anxiety thick in air, as everyone else held their breath waiting for the next move of their Don. " What makes you think that I don't have a backup plan too, Donatello?" there was a mocking edge to Adriano's tone as cocked his head to the side. Donatello furrowed his brow as Adriano gripped his left wrist hard, before unstrapping his nonno's watch.

To repay Victor for saving my life, I gave up a brilliant career as one of America's finest neurosurgeons and willingly became his trophy wife. For seven years, Victor lavished money on me and treated me with bone-deep tenderness. Yet his obsessive rules suffocated me. Every other week, I had to subject my scalp to agonizing bleach treatments to keep my hair icy platinum. I had to bathe in a discontinued Venetian white iris perfume. And I had to wear a fake beauty mark at the corner of my right eye. I once mistook it all for the obsessive devotion of a Mafia Don. Then, on the eve of our wedding of the century, I found a wall covered with portraits of another woman. The measurements of my gow

He had touched it with a dark smoke and it melted before me till I dropped it and the part I was holding also melted away "The Beast of Delon, don't always use this to fight with me" He replied. "And right now, I doubt if you are even as strong as you claimed," He added and attacked me. With his sword, I dodged the first fierced attack and attempted a blow at him.. He dodged and launched a counter attack, in a fierced way. I did a backflip with how huge I am fleeing from the attack. He attacked again and I blocked it with one hand and attacked his fist he was holding on to the sword with and gave him another blow on that same hand. The sword left his hand and then gave him an uppercut by ben

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

He made her hold still while he adjusted it, angling it with ruthless efficiency. Then he stood, retrieved his phone, and tapped the screen once. The toy buzzed to life inside her with a low, steady hum as it worked it's purpose. Lina gasped, her hips twitching. “Oh my.. god…” Damien chuckled and shut it off. “Control, little one. That was just a preview.” He smiled. He dressed her himself, choosing a red satin slip dress with no bra, no panties, it just clung to her skin, dipped dangerously low in the back, and hugged every curve she had no business hiding.

"The Santoros have been weakening. Vittorio's getting old, his operations are slowing. We're close to making our move, but we're not there yet. Don't ruin years of work because you can't control yourself for one night." After he left, I picked up a photograph of the younger Santoro. Alessandro, according to our intelligence. Twenty-six, rarely seen at family operations. There were notes about art galleries and exhibitions. An artist in a crime family. It would've been funny if his last name wasn't Santoro. I tucked my sister's rosary into my pocket. She'd been fourteen. Still believed in guardian angels and happy endings. The fire had taken that innocence and burned it into ash along with ev

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

Donatello fell in the floor and the blade was dropped. Soon after that, Miller took the dropped blade. Miller was more skilled that Donatello in the way of fighting. So there was no way Miller would lose against that boy. Miller quickly charged toward Donatello and stabbed his back. Donatello screamed as the blade pierced on his back. Miller’s attack did not end that fast. Knowing that his wife was dying and also his destroyed brewery, he expressed all pf his anger and madness at Donatello. Miller mercilessly stabbed Donatello several times and did not give him a break.