Doni Bobes Fanart Novels & Stories

If Teni would easily tell on her, then she didn't see any reason why she should not do thesame. "D, I'm sorry. Yes, Teni spoke the truth but she- she has not been completely honest about other things." "What are you talking about?" "She asked me out." Boma blurted. "I don't understand." "She- swings the other way" "What do you mean?" He asked impatiently. "She's a dyke and she's been bothering me." "What?" Donovan was astounded. He paced back and forth behind her. Then he paused. He hired a female to avoid this sort of scenario. Yet, it couldn’t be avoided. This was such an irony.

The mafia princess whose family controlled the shipping lanes. I froze. The shirt slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. "Engaged? I thought that was just a rumor…" "It's not a rumor. It's business," Damon said with a shrug. "And you're my most capable asset. I need you to prepare a gift for Bianca. She likes Van Gogh. Pick out an original from your gallery for her." He wanted me to pick a gift for the woman who was stealing my life? Tears burned the back of my eyes. I couldn't stop my voice from rising. "Damon, I thought these five years… I thought we were more than—"

Robel just smiles at the agents and refused to answer any more of their questions. Donald walked closer to the desk and examined the painting behind Robel. He moved closer and stared at the single white rose that almost looked silver held by a beautiful woman and a baby. The woman and the child both had one hand each holding the flower as they smiled at eachother. When Donald turned to leave, he saw a picture frame of a woman sitting on Robel Petros' desk. He looked back at the painting and then down at the picture. The woman in the picture and the painting looked exactly the same. EXACTLY the same.

“Who the fuck did that?” Enzo stepped behind me, his arms sliding around my waist, as he rested his chin on my shoulder. His voice came low and smug against my ear. “I did.” I twisted to stare at him. “You painted this?” He smirked. “Yeah, just like I painted the other one you saw on your first night here. You look way too hot not to have you on a canvas that I could worship every day. I hope you like it.” Heat flooded my face and pooled lower. I turned back to the painting, still stunned. “It’s… obscene. And beautiful. And insane. Lorenzo, this is too much.”

“Don’t choke on the boba at the bottom. I’m going to sleep now.” It wasn’t midnight yet, but Dawn was exhausted. He had the right to be. After a near-death experience and going on the run while babysitting a mythical creature, the mafia boss wanted a good sleep. He had been driving all day and roughing it out on the road. Hopefully, he would be able to have a relaxing hot shower when he reconnected with his aide and get access to his hideout. “Good night, Don.” “Night, Aqua. Wake me up if something happens.”

POV: Leona The boutique smelled faintly of roses and polished wood, too polished, too pristine for how rattled I felt. Gianna was supposed to be here with me since she had suggested and insisted I pick up a gown for an upcoming charity gala. Being a Don's wife, that is all there is to do since Dante doesn't want me to work for the fear I'll be attacked at work. Gianna cancelled at the last minute saying she was feeling too tired from 'all of the fun' she had with her husband yesterday. I'm not complaining though because I’d wanted a moment away from the estate walls. Just me, other activities, and a fleeting illusion of normalcy.

And seeing not just Luca in her, but Aria too, doesn't make this any easier. Rosie smiles. "Do you want to see my drawings?" My eyes widen in shock, and I turn to look at both Alessandro and Claudia, who nod approvingly. "I'd love to," I reply. She shrieks in excitement and grabs my arm as I follow her to the living room. She is showing me her artwork, each piece more colorful than the last. I notice a drawing of a woman with long hair and a man with a beard, holding hands with a little girl—the same one I had seen earlier.

Only the top one stands out to me. WHERE ARE YOU?! Donnie SOS