Donatello X April 소설 & 이야기

Donatello was in his room when he heard a knock. Quickly, he tucked the note under his pillow and stood up. “Come in,” he said. His aide, Marcello, entered and bowed. “Is there a problem?” he asked sternly. “No Boss,” Marcello said, then added, “I just received an invitation from Senator Vincenzo. He has invited you to his opening gala.” Marcello handed him the invitation. His boss quickly opened it and scrammed through the paper.

But April was faster and she als put out the gun to end up pointing at Leona in the same way. Leona looked at her with more hatred than she could and approached her little more. “You’re right, April, we should’ve finished this from the mere beginning we met. Now you’ve chosen your destiny.” “In a fair fight, just you and me, let’s end this now,” April suggested. “You're still the same idiot who thinks the world is fair, aren't you?” “So let’s do however you want!” “Mommy! Don’t do this!” Mateo shouted.

I could feel the weight of my exhaustion, but the thought of seeing April gave me a spark of energy. Ronan's expression softened, his alpha instincts tempered by our shared bond with April. "She's in her chambers, resting. Go take care of yourself, too, you look like shit." I nodded, a small smile on my face. "Thanks, Ronan." I appreciated his concern, and I knew he understood what I needed. I made my way to April's chambers, my movements quiet. I entered the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. April lay on the bed, her beauty striking even in repose. My gaze roamed over her, my heart swelling with love and possessiveness.

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."

Chapter 20 ~~~~~~~~~~SEVEN MONTH TIME SPAN~~~~~~~~~~~~~` “Look I don’t understand why you keep on giving excuses! You clearly told me that you would be back on friday and now you’ve suddenly developed another thing you have to do that’ll keep you for another what? Three months?!” Mrs Donatelli screeched on the phone. For the last seven months, she had been trying to set her son up with the daughter of her friend Valentina. Whose daughter, Francesca, was a beautiful, properly educated, well brought-up young lady.

“But you’ll look better with this…” I noticed the box in his hand as he began to open it, taking out two boutonnieres with a small blue lily and two white orchids. He took one from the box and moved closer to me as he pinned it onto my chest pocket; my mom taking pictures the whole time. My face must be red as I watched him and then I moved so that I could put the other on his coat. I’ve always seen it in those teens prom movies, but I didn’t think Elliot would actually go out and buy one; I’m so happy he did. I couldn’t help beaming as I looked at the flower before finally taking a proper picture together so we can be free and make our way to the dance.

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."

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.