Donatello X April Novels & Stories

As if he didn't quite know how to handle what we had become. I swallowed hard. "You're not going to force me, are you?" A flicker of something crossed his face - anger, irritation, maybe even hurt - before it disappeared behind his usual cold mask. "I'm not a monster, Rachel." His voice was low, rough. I exhaled slowly, nodding. "I know." Another pause. Damon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "The full moon is in two days." I tensed. "I know."

Within months his sense of fashion had changed and he paid more attention to details. Adonis was rocking a casual black t-shirt underneath a black trench coat and a pair of black trousers which made him look almost like Neo from The Matrix. She was not going to lie, he always looked the best when he wore all black. Especially when he had a piece of chain hanging around his neck, which he did wear something similar that day, a silver cross pendant necklace which fell to his chest. Not a look he would usually have on but she was not upset about it.­

Instead, her hands trembled against her cream dress, a look of profound horror and respect washing over her features. "Fifteen," Enzo barked, his voice losing a bit of its smug satisfaction. He was realizing that he couldn’t break Frank Costello. He could tear his flesh, but he couldn't bend his spine. . When the final, twentieth strike echoed through the room, the guard stepped back, his chest heaving from the exertion. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of fresh blood. For a long, terrifying moment, Frank didn't move. He remained hunched over the desk, his head bowed, blood dripping steadily from his lower back onto the polished hardwood floor.

Elara’s POV “It has been a long time since we last saw each other. Your brother’s coronation, I think? You look very good in the wake of all that has transpired.” Donatello walked to me with a skip in his step, seeming to be leaning in for a hug. I stepped out of the way, backing into Kaden’s chest. “It is always a pleasure to see you, Councilman,” I said politely. “We are out of our lands,” Donatello said, his voice lower. “It will be more inconspicuous if you called me by my name.”

“Oh, that’s new. Wilbet only ever buys you ugly tulips. These are…” She plucked a rose, pressing her nose against it. “... expensive.” “Must be from the club committee,” I said quickly. “We’re hosting a fundraiser next week.” Cass gave a low, amused laugh. “Club committee? You sure it’s not someone who’s actually seen you smile?” I shot her a look. “Oh, don’t play coy or dumb with me, Aziza. You and I both know these aren’t from Wilbet. These are from someone. Dare I say... special?

Donatella also did not give up, she spoke up. “I'm his girlfriend, why should I seduce him?” Winifred said proudly. "Girlfriend?" Donatella looked surprised then she laughed. “Before, you were the girlfriend of the first young master who was also the former general director of Drkov Corporation. How? Now that he's in a wheelchair and married, you immediately turn to seducing his younger brother. Before, you were Atlas's girlfriend. Then you became his younger brother's girlfriend. You also really know how to seduce men."

That part to her was doubtful. “Are you ready, bella (beautiful)?” Valentina glanced at the building and then at him. “No, but I don’t have a choice, right? Let’s go.” He helped her out of the car and she took his arm as they walked in, quickly spotting the single table. This was Donatello’s place and they didn’t open for dinner until six, so they had place for the next two hours. “Rafael,” Donatello said, shaking the older man’s hand before looking at the young lady. “Valentina, you are absolutely stunning.” He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

Dante said on behalf of the rest. "Well, see you all at the party" Antonio said as he closed the meeting. Silvana went up to Dracaryx, "welcome to the alliance Mr Vitale, I am Silvana Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family" Silvana introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Silvana" Dracaryx replied. Dante was the next person to introduce himself to Dracaryx. "I am Dante Russo, pleased to meet you" he said. "You are lying" Dracaryx said.

Lorenzo, Mariano, Gianna, each one silent, watching as the screen bloomed to life. A chamber bathed in candlelight appeared and there he was, Donatello. His face, once polished cruelty, was now distorted. Berlin had marked him. Scars webbed across his left cheek and jaw. The flesh had been stitched poorly, cruelly. But his eyes… those hadn’t changed. Still glacial. Still dead. He smiled. “Hello, Talana.” Gianna recoiled. Lorenzo’s knuckles whitened on the desk. “I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.”