Donatello Raphael Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but remember Donatello telling me that he believed that he saw him somewhere, and hearing what Sienna was telling me, I couldn’t help but believe that he was indeed using magic. Donatello was not the type to forget who a person was. If anything, he was almost always very accurate when it came to his memory of faces. It was one of the reasons why he was dangerous when angered. He was not a man to be messed with nor was he the type to allow random mistakes to just slide. If anything, he would be sure to make those who hurt him or his loved ones pay if he simply caught their scent.

He said and they all sighed. “The next person is Donatallo Dallarosa.” He said and Adam nodded “Donatello harbors a strong grudge against Rielle.” He said “What happened with him?” Xander asked “I know the story well and will tell you.” Adam-said “Donatello and Kale both planned to steal Ms.Romano’s wealth and she found out, She hired me to get some dirt about Donatello of which i did and she used it against him but not before making him sign all his properties over to her. She got him arrested and convicted for the crime he committed and threw his entire family out on the streets. Donatello currently is an inmate in jail.” He said and Xander shook his head “Oh boy, She did him crazy.” He co

“ What brings you here, Don? “ Lorenzo asked while walking towards us. He outstretched his hand for Romano to take but it seemed like Romano did not take his words kindly because he didn’t shake his hand. “ This is my house, boy. I can come here whenever I want. “ Looking between the two men, I sensed some tension between them. I was going to have to ask Romano what his problem with Lorenzo was. “ I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way. Ignore him. “ I said while leading Romano inside. I could feel Lorenzo glaring at me. I looked back at him with a glare of my own to show him that he had overstepped. That was no way to talk to a don that was much older than him. The two men sat in the living ro

Angelina nodded at the maids to set the food on the table, and taking a seat, she watched as her daughter challenged her older brother. Lips met the crown of my head, and I smiled when I caught Leonardo’s scent. He put a hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it, and I had to admit, I couldn’t be more thankful for his presence beside me alongside Dante. The man was beside my mate when he got in whatever fight he went through with Giovanni, and I knew that HE was the main reason why Dante didn’t do more than just the little fight that left him with a bruised and torn knuckle.

Raphael stamped his feet in frustration, looking alternately at Daniel, who was still behind him, and the surprised Don when they saw his reaction. “I’ve been keeping quiet all this time, letting all of you protect me, but I’m tired. Don’t you dare make me go to your side anymore, Don. Aren’t you tired of getting the same punishment for always helping me?” “I don’t mind at all. As long as it can save you––” “I don’t need to be saved!” Raphael immediately shot some magic arrows, as soon as he saw that Don was about to enter his body, pushed their half-transparent bodies away because they were no longer inside his body, and hit the wall near the palace window in the deserted palace corridor.

RAPHAEL’S VIEW POINT The flight to Italy comprised Giovanna and Pietro arguing about who got to see their father first while I had stayed silent, partially lost in my thoughts and listening to their conversation. Apparently, Mr. Donatello was a very reserved man, only permitting two visitors at a time when he wasn’t in their villa, and that rule was not restricted to family. He had them patted down and ran through security measures before they were taken to where he worked, doing what I supposed were illegal activities. Although they claimed not to directly participate in such, it was very hard to believe after my encounter with Igor Bortsov and his mafia. I was still sceptical about what wa

Sofia wasn't alone. Donato Vallocchi stood by the balcony doors, his silhouette framed by the rain-lashed glass of the city skyline. He looked like a statue of refined greed, his suit immaculate even in the gloom. He held a glass of dark liquid, swirling it with the casual arrogance of a man who already owned the room. "Dante," Donato said, his voice smooth as oil. "You’ve spent so much time building walls that you forgot the most dangerous enemy is the one who knows how to open the gate."

Except Raphael’s temper was more off the hook than our own. “Thanks, man.” I pat him on the back. “We owe you and Dante.” “Just put it on the tab, pretty boy,” Dante’s voice taunted from the back. It was my turn to flip him the bird. “Okay, I’m out,” Raphael chimed in, flipping us both a middle finger. “I got some personal business to attend to.” No doubt that meant there was a target on his list. Raphael and his half-brother, were two of the best enforcers.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“What son? I thought Madam Raphaela was said to have had an accident that left her barren.” “He has a second family with another man's mate,” I said. Donatello rushed to defend himself. “That is not true. This is slander–” “Do you dare to swear in the name of the Goddess?” I asked and he clamped shut. “Idiot.”