Donatello X April Novels & Stories

(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.

I said to her, knowing fully well that I wouldn't fall for the same mistake twice. The sudden sound of the door opening made me turn in the direction of the door. Even before he walked in, his scent came upon my nose, before I saw him walk in. Daxter. He looked masculine and tall as ever, with his hair shimmering like night itself, and his pair of amber eyes looking so dangerously alluring. Seeing him made me clench my fists at my sides, and a memory voluntarily played inside my head. It was the last scene I witnessed before I gave up the ghost.

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!"

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

The black flag was embroidered with a golden Holbeck eagle and roses, a symbol of the family's honor. Holding my hand, Fabrizio led me to the altar. He picked up the microphone and declared loudly, "Today, I'm announcing to everyone that the true Donna of the Medicis, Liliana Medici, has officially returned." Thunderous applause filled the chapel and refused to fade. I took the microphone and swept my gaze across the crowd, my voice steady and firm.

“We Magghio only truly love once in a lifetime.” I don’t know what comment to make after hearing that. Where does that leave me? Will he never get to love me? What does that mean? It warns me from now on, from our first day, that he is not going to love me and that I am a trophy, something he won. “Sir.” The knock on the door startles me, and I press Dante to my chest. I turn and see Donatella standing in the doorway. She’s wearing a gray dress with white sleeves and a spotless white apron.

the Don only says after which the guard bows and runs back again while talking through his earpiece. Some minutes later the door is thrown open and Alessandro Fabiano appears in all his glory with a face that had murderous anger written all over! While another guard leads Daniella´s driver and Jimmy out of the door Alessandro walked over to his ANgel and took her into his arms and inhaled her scent to calm him down. ¨Well since we are all together now let the fun begin! …..Don Alessandro I have a proposal for you!¨ Don Saphira started.

*** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine. Your lovingly annoyed wife, Aquamarine.” -The End-