Donatello X Reader Novels & Stories

“I see why she might not. Some of the things in the letter were from woman to woman.” Donatello turned to my mate, trying to read his face to check if what I was saying was true. Too bad Kaden had the best poker face on the planet. “Raphaela is not with me,” Donatello answered through gritted teeth. I smiled, my hand covering my mouth. “So you are doing this kind of shopping for her. Is it a gift?” The councilman flinched backwards at my sudden interest. His body radiated discomfort as he tried to find the words to my question.

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"

“You have no idea. Every time you shift, your nipples rub against that thin shirt. It’s driving me crazy, Lexi.” I looked down. Yeah, they were obvious. Hard and begging for attention. “Stop looking at them,” I said, but I arched my back a little on purpose. “Can’t help it.” His hand slid higher, fingertips slipping under the edge of my shorts. “You’re wet, wanna bet?” I rolled my eyes. “Damon!” “Am I wrong?” He leaned closer, voice low and teasing. “Say it. Tell me the truth.” I swallowed hard. My heart was racing. “Maybe. A little.”

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.

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.

“Don't blabber anything to her.” "I wasn't going to say anything, sir." "You were thinking about it." Ethan and Donatella were the closest in the house and for a while I thought they had something going on but Tella clarified that they were just friends. "Goodnight, sir," he said, and disappeared. I walked back to my room, rolled my shoulders once, and pushed open the door to find Jovan on my bed. This was not the problem. The problem was what was in his hands. He was sitting cross-legged against the headboard, my lamp angled toward him, reading with the focused attention of a man who had found exactly what he was looking for. The book; dark fantasies was what he was reading.

"Is that really it? Just lying there?" But Donato's chest tightened. The book wasn't just lying there. It was waiting. And as the last rays of sunlight died, the water around the book began to ripple. Figures rose from the river, their bodies carved of shadow, their eyes hollow, their voices whispering his name. Donato staggered back, his knife trembling in his grip. Elowen's hand seized his wrist, grounding him. Her eyes locked with his, steady, fierce. "This is what they will love to read," she whispered not as prophecy, but as truth. "Not just your fight, Donato. But your choice. Do you claim it? Or does it claim you?"

Looking at it for a second too long before looking up at me, his smirk plastered on his face seeing my frown. “The difference between you and me, Nathan, is that I never let a woman wrap me around her finger, and I do not give a fuck whether or not she is fucked by another man until she cannot walk, or whether I am the one touching her alongside another man. The day that YOU reach to that point, you would be smarter, I can’t say stronger” Donatello said, getting up from his seat “I’ll see you at the meeting, Pakhan”

Adriano counter attack, narrowing his eyes at her who hit him hard on his shoulder. " Ow! Nonna that hurts." He exclaimed dramatically, jutting his lips out in a pout. Her lips owned a smile at his tantics and Adriano stopped in his track. " There, there is that beautiful smile." He whispered lovingly, making her shook her head at him. " Don, you are back." deep voice of Donatello snapped both attention towards him. " Yeah… but they are still making me work." he said with an exaggerated sigh. After giving a curt nod to Donatello he continued his journey towards his nonna's room. As soon as they were out of sight of Donatello , Sienna pinched his ear, he turned his confused gaze towards him a

Kevin asked. “Well, I was thinking about the water and electricity; what do you guys think?” Alessandro asked. “Whatever you want, Mancini,” they said together. He began questioning Donatello. “Why did you go after my wife?” he asked again. “Haha… I want to fuck her so hard that she won’t be able to trust another—" Before Donatello could finish, Alessandro poured water over him and took the electric cable. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Alessandro shouted. Donatello just laughed as Alessandro shot him in the leg.