Donatello X April Novels & Stories

she yells holding her ears. “Alright... Alright...knock it off, rest up early,” Adonis smiles as he kisses her softly. Caitrona looks at him in a seductive way. “Why? Is Uncle DD scared? Why don't...” “You...” Adonis blushes. “You stoop so low, you little devil,” he cusses. Caitrona laugh with a snort. _ CAITLYN APOLLINARIS LUCAN Caitlyn sats on her white couch with tears rolling down her cheeks as she glue her eyes to the TV. “Donnie Dellucci!” she stutters hearing the words that was coming out from Adonis's mouth.

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."

I smiled. *** Donatello was a genius and a serial killer, a deadly combination. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, and weighing over three hundred pounds, he was someone who always stood out in any crowd. For such a big man, he had the face of a seventeen-year-old teenager. No one would ever suspect the large friendly man with a child's face who worked as a security man at the University of Los Angeles was the most notorious killer in the state.

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

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.

Belle giggled because it is becoming obvious that her friend finds Mr Donatello to be interesting. Milana rolled her eyes “I am going on a date with him, atleast I need to know his date history and be sure I won't appear on blogs” From what she researched he had a lot of relationship scandals, he is alleged to have dated a lot of high society women including celebrities and their relationship is said to last for only a month or two. But the thing was she only saw names of alleged people he dated but no pictures of them together.

They cried out loud and April couldn't help but roll her eyes, she found them extremely dramatic. "Where is the bride?." Mateo repeated himself, his voice now dangerously low. "She's missing." April intervened when she saw how terribly scared the maids were, she doubted they would be able to form words to reply him. "And who are you?" Mateo turned, just taking notice of her for the first time. "I'm April, the wedding planner." April gave him her usual formal smile and stretched her hands forward for a handshake but when she saw that he wasn't making any attempt on returning the gesture, she coughed awkwardly and withdrew her hand.

The suite was expensive-looking. April sat on the soft four-poster bed, as she tried her best to focus on work before she prepared for the evening party. She was going to dazzle everyone, and command attention like she always had done. A confident woman was sure to get the deal. April woke up with a start as she heard the knock on her door. She guessed she must have been really tired to just fall asleep while working. At least she had managed to forget the handsome hunk from earlier. Well, maybe she didn't since she was mentioning him again.

he smirked. Lisa tried to pull away. “Leave me, or I will scream. Do you hear me?” “Oh, sweetheart, I dare you to scream; if you do, you’ll wish you never did. Be a good girl and show me a way out where no one can see us,” Donatello said, eyes glinting. She had to think fast. “Fine, I will show you; just follow me,” she said, scared.

However, Mikhail's face remained stoic, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain a neutral expression. Ronan Marino stood up, a charming smile on his face. "It is with great honor and pleasure to introduce to you the future Bratva's bride, Donatella De Luca." He walked towards the door, opening it with a flourish. Donatella stepped in, her navy blue gown shimmering under the lights. The off-the-shoulder design accentuated her elegant neck, and the knee-length hem showcased her toned legs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her bright smile lit up the room.