Novel & Cerita Donatello 2012

It was a conquest, suspended between death and a pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. "You're mine, Nora," he said, biting my neck as he came. Ding. The sound of the shop's bell snapped me back to the present. I looked up. A woman was standing in the doorway. Bianca Torrino. She wore a white Valentino dress, a pearl necklace gleaming under the lights. She wasn't here to buy art. I could see it in her eyes. She was here to mark her territory. "So this is Damon's little painter?" she said, looking me up and down like I was a piece of furniture. "I hear you're good at fixing old things."

Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!"

I wrap my arms around the back of him tightly, causing this tattooed pierced giant in front of me to tighten his hold on me, his face going to rest ontop of my head. "Who the hell is this softy." Tio teases, his arms going around Enzo and Santino. I feel the giant black-haired stranger remove his arms from around me and glare at all of them, before turning towards me with a soft look and a smile. "I'm Donatello." He said softly making me smile a him. I mean... I know I'm not supposed to have favourites right... But I mean... Come on. It's a no brainer really.

Donatello yelled. That was the first time I ever saw Donatello angry. He usually went along with everything Nathaniel and I did, so I was downright terrified when I heard him yell. I know Nathaniel was too, but he didn’t budge. Donatello approached him and Nathaniel pointed his sword at him. Donatello hit his sword away and Nathaniel swung at him.

I took a step back, holding the knife in my hand, watching as the two wolves growled, preparing to lunge at me before a low growl escaped Donatello’s chest, stopping them. “You really are one strong woman” he said, wiping his blood from his mouth. His eyes were fixed on mine as he spoke, slowly approaching me before he stopped, smirking at the sight of Nathan who just arrived back to the pack. Donatello turned to look at Nathan, his eyes seeming to gleam in satisfaction “you really did get lucky with your wife, I do hope you realize that, Nathan” “Get the fuck out of my house before I make you regret the day that you were born, Donatello” Nathan snapped, walking toward him. He stood in front

*** Don had arrived at the mansion, where he was convinced Julia was being held captive. Before he could enter, a large number of guards approached him, and the leader demanded that he be stripped of his belongings. Don smirked and before he knew it, he landed a punch on the muscular man before him. The man stumbled backwards with his hands on his cheek. Then he gestured to the remaining guards to get to him. Donatello stationed himself and began to counter their attacks. Soon, half of the men were down in pain. Upon seeing this, the leader got up and smiled, pulling the trigger, but Don was already steps forward. He pulled out the gun he had been concealing in his inner pants and shot the m

Donatello made a clicking sound with his tongue. "He...He will come for you eventually." Martinez managed to mutter, showing how much faith he still had in his boss, even in this state. "Maybe when I've finished off you lot, yes." Donatello shrugged nonchalantly, letting go of Martinez's hair and coming to stand in front of him. "I plan to start from you because honestly, you seem to be the only threat here." Donatello spoke so calmly to Martinez, as one of his men brought a disassembled gun to him on a tray. He took his time to couple the weapon, piece by piece.

Donatello chuckled, dressed immaculately in his Italian suit. “You should have invited us, Son,” Logan said to Zane and Ria, whose eyes widened in horror. “Son?” Zane grinned behind her. She tried to wiggle out from beneath him, but he had sensed she was about to cum so instead he pinned her to the ground and slammed his hips down on her repeatedly, fucking her.

he raised his voice Donatello rose from his seat, as he slammed his fist on the bar. "You dare raise your voice at me?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the jet. Viktor stepped forward, his voice calm and soothing. "Don, Don, please. We need to get to Italy before anything else. We can discuss this later." Donatello's chest heaved with anger, but he took a deep breath, composing himself. "Hmmm," he muttered, while still staring at Antonio's face. "Let's go."