Doni Bobes Novels & Stories

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

“You remind me of a girl in a deep, beautiful slumber. You’re dreaming of silk sheets and a monster who would kill for you.” I tilt my head, my brow furrowing. “I don’t understand.” “The problem with dreams,” she continues like she didn’t hear me, “is that the waking up is usually violent. You think you’re the heroine of a fairytale, but a girl is never the heroine.” Before I can find my voice to retort, a wall of pure heat and darkness moves between us. Nero. “Donna Nera.” His voice is a low growl, vibrating with a warning that makes the nearby guests shift uncomfortably.

Once I was done, I handed it over to Matteo. “What do you mean no?” Ares read the note over Matteo's shoulder. “I'm the Don and no one dares tell me no. You will come with me and that's final.” I scribbled a bigger no, before tossing it at his feet. “Anna, If you would just…” A loud bang cut Matteo off. Sarah yelped out loud, while I fell to the floor. My ears buzzed, but I caught a glimpse of the loud noise.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

Ilang rounds na pero laging draw, kaya nagdecide ang namamahala sa koponan na pagsamahin nalang ang dalawa sa iisang team. May boyfriend si Donna, pero parang wala kung umasta ito. Wala kasing tumatawag , at sumusundo sa kanya. Si Donna ay isa ring Doctor - Obstetrician at Gynecologist, pero sa ibang paaralan ito nagtapos.

Seeing Nina on the verge of tears, Dolly wiped her own face and shouted angrily, “You’re not allowed to talk about my mom! She’s the prettiest, much prettier than Miss Bailey...” “Ungrateful little wretch.” Becky spat the insult and yanked Bobby over. “You’re not allowed to play with her again, got it?” Bobby nodded timidly. “G-got it.” … Going to cry again? Who would fall for that act? Nina knew better than anyone exactly who would. Donald had switched to working from home because of the injuries on his head and face. Meetings were held online. The camera, however, was angled away from his face.

Doni took the initiative to find Alexa and bring her to his boss. "Miss Alexa, I finally found you," said Doni, surprising Alexa. "Who are you?" asked Alexa. Doni introduced himself, it was not difficult for him to find someone because he was used to it as a trained person in the dark world. He asked Alexa for time to meet someone. Because maybe his presence will make her heart calm. "I'm Doni, Mr. Michael's assistant, can I talk to you?" Doni asked in a polite manner. "I happen to have finished work, what do you need?" Alexa replied.

Phoebe didn't want to bring up the matter, for Vampire hunters or humans in general it was welcome but not for her. Donna was walking away when suddenly turned around to give Phoebe an assessment and said: "At first I thought Phoebe Robert was a tall guy, didn't think Phoebe Robert was a girl who was still very beautiful and looked real. fragile, I don't understand how you can survive against a B-rank Vampire." Donna's words were filled with curiosity and contempt for Phoebe.

she said. I shook my head. Bob sat a little taller and puffed out his chest. “He’s the Alpha King, Andrew Dubois,” he announced with more pride than I had ever seen in him. My mind flashed to the man I had seen on the LED screen earlier that day. He was this—what, 21-year-old?—woman’s father? He looked like he was in his 30s, at the most! I repressed my shock, and all I said was, “Oh, that’s nice.”