Doni Bobes Novels & Stories

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

“My wife came back with marks on her arms. She wouldn’t tell me what happened but I know it was you two.” “I don’t understand–” “You of all people, Antonio, should know how much I despise lies. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Viola no longer belongs to you. She is mine.” “I don’t care what you did to her growing up but she is under my protection now. I would hate for one of you to trigger my anger and bring out the worst in me. There is a reason they call me the beast.” I got up from my chair and walked to the exit. I stopped right where Susanna was, “ I suggest putting those nails to better use, Sussana.”

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.

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

The video showed a tied-up man he didn't recognize, beaten and bloodied, with Antonio's voice off-camera: Still think you're winning, Don Valentino? Still think your little plan with Isabella and Marco is going to save everyone? Let me introduce you to Agent David Chen. The FBI agent who's been helping your wife plan her sting operation. I have him. I have the details of your entire operation. And in exactly 48 hours at your gala—everyone dies. Your family. Your wife. Your sister-in-law. Everyone you love, screaming and bleeding while you watch. Unless….. The video cut off.

LIA'S STEPMOTHER “You got my note,” he says. “I read it,” I reply. His mouth twitches. We sit across from each other at the table. No small talk. “You shouldn’t have passed it on,” he says. “That makes you visible.” “You shouldn’t have sent it,” I say. “You know what happens if the dons hear this,” he says. “They won’t ask who told them.” “And you think they’ll spare you?” I ask calmly. “You’re the one who knows first.”

The man who had surrendered the dagger for her. The story that began in shadows, now glowing in the light. Their circle was complete. And in the background Matteo, Dante, and Viktor whispered, "who would have ever thought the boss Don Morreau would not only soften because of a woman, but tie the knot." "Ms. Knight has been good for him. She settled him in many ways, including his wandering eye," Dante said, the three clinking glasses in agreement.

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

The Don’s voice. Not the former Don. Tonight Romano Virelli was the Don again. Standing beside his son. “We bring her home,” Romano said. The room absorbed it. Victor was already on the phone. Dante was already working. Matteo appeared in the doorway — he had been in the next room, close enough to hear, far enough to give them space — and looked at his brother. Luca looked back. Matteo said nothing. He crossed the room. He sat down at the table.

"Signorina Monic. We weren't expecting you today." "I don't need to be expected. I'm family." Carmela says nothing to that. She just waits. "Is Luca here?" "He's occupied." "Occupied with what?" Her hesitation lasts only a fraction of a second. But I catch it. "Business," she says finally. "The Don has much to attend to." I smile. It doesn't reach my eyes. "Then I'll wait." I turn to leave, then stop. A woman is walking down the corridor toward us.