Donatello X April Novels & Stories

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 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.

"I don't care who you think I am. Breaking in, destroying my property—you have no idea what you've just started." Betty let out a cold, sharp laugh and hit me again. "Still putting on airs? Let me spell it out for you—I am the future Donna of the Gambino family! My man's sister is handing him the whole organization! I can crush a bottom-feeding whore like you whenever I want!" "Betty—" Before she could finish, one of her girls came rushing out of my bedroom, her face pale. "Betty! Look what we found in her drawer!" She was holding a ring.

Lauren said firmly, and hugged her while April inhaled her sweet scent. “I love your deodorant”she complimented as they talked. — Damien had not said much the whole evening…this was not unusual, he only gets to be a chatterbox when he's only with Ava or when he has to be for her sake. Anyway, he went to give April her gift. He held out an envelope, it was plain and there was no ribbon. "Happy birthday," he said simply. “Thank you…” April smiled and opened it.

Everyone knew the Rossi princess had found her true happiness. "By the way, when we go for the dress fitting tomorrow, I want to invite a designer friend of mine to take some photos," Orion whispered in my ear. "I want to capture you at your most beautiful." "Of course," I leaned on his shoulder. "I want the whole world to know how much I love you." We were just walking toward the restaurant entrance when a familiar figure rushed out. "Aurelia!" Vittorio. He looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot, his stubble messy.

“Did someone inform Chen Li of our arrival?” “No, but he has been receiving some visitors for his auction since this morning.” Came Donatello’s voice as he exited one of the black Sedan’s with bulletproof windows. “The auction will start very soon. I hope you are all armed and prepared.” Mattia Donatello seemed to have aged since the last time I saw him but he was dressed to perfection in an elegant black suit with a white shirt underneath. His once dark brown hair was now mostly grey and his face was covered with wrinkles, and yet, you could tell that the man had once been charming and handsome enough to attract the attention of one of the biggest opera singers during his time and she had l

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Conall’s voice was still toned down, but he was visually menacing that it scared April. With her heart pounding hard in her chest, April Rose slowly walked backwards as Conall walked towards her, looking like he was going to hit her with his balled fist. She was then forced to stop when her back hit a hard wall, and as Conall approached, she immediately closed her eyes and braced herself from an unforeseen attack. April waited for a few seconds; her heart was pumping twice as fast, but there was nothing. She felt a slight rush of relief, yet she could still feel Conall’s presence close to her; his scent lingered on her nose like a perfume.

He chuckled, slapping her ass and increasing his thrusts. “Ohhhh fuck,” She cried, lifting her upper body a bit so she could look over her shoulder and see Zane's thick cock drilling into her pussy. It was a lewd erotic sight, and she loved it. She forgot all about the target and she let Zane pound her pussy from behind, squealing when he got a bit too harsh and increased his pace. She was drawing closer to her orgasm when the doors to the hotel room were pushed open, and to her horror, her target walked in along with businessman Logan. “Well, this is quite the party,” Donatello chuckled, dressed immaculately in his Italian suit.

“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?