Donna Beneviento Novels & Stories

Celeste sat near Nico, looking elegant and terrifying in a black dress, while Director Reyes had taken a seat close enough to the governor that their polite conversation looked harmless to anyone who didn’t know better. Veronica sat three chairs away from Alexander. Close enough to see us. Not close enough to matter. That seemed to bother her more than anything. During the first course, Councilor Helena Sarmiento, a sharp-eyed woman in her sixties with silver hair and a voice that could slice fruit, turned to me with a smile. “Mrs. Winston, I heard you attended the financial aid distribution this morning.” “Yes, Councilor,” I said. “The affected workers deserved to hear directly that they wo

I could feel death breathing down my neck. Just then, Enzo suddenly reached out and stopped her. "Wait. Don Medici isn't back yet. He needs to decide this himself." "Let him decide?" Giovanna raised an eyebrow. "You think he'd believe this old woman's nonsense?" "No matter what, we can't kill her," Enzo said firmly. "Don Medici is extremely sensitive about anything related to the Donna. If she really has some kind of background, we can't afford the consequences." Giovanna shot me a vicious glare and put the dagger away. "Fine! We'll let her live for now. When the Don gets here, we'll see how he deals with this liar."

Don Daniels was a man who liked to surround himself with classy and sophisticated women. Dawn had only known the polished and vicious side of women growing up all his life. They might be soft and demure on the outside, but there were also thorns or poisoned barbs behind those pretty smiles. One could never be too careful around women as they have the ability to disarm a man.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

His only reaction was the faintest curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he enjoyed my dependence. When we reached the podium, the noise cut off as though the room had swallowed itself. Leonardo picked up the microphone with practiced ease. “Good evening,” his voice carried, smooth but commanding. “Thank you all for honoring my invitation tonight. It is no news that every king needs his queen when he ascends the throne. And I, Leonardo Mancini, have chosen Nora Mancini.” He raised his glass in a toast. “To the new Don and Donna of our family.”

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

"Her current legal name, the name she has been operating under for the last eleven years, is Eleanor Grace Donnelly." The name hit me like cold water. Colt saw it on my face before I could manage it. He straightened slowly. His expression shifted into something careful and still. I knew the name Eleanor Donnelly. Everybody in the witness protection network knew that name. Eleanor Donnelly was one of our three primary federal liaison coordinators. The woman who connected Devil's Reign's protection program to Morrison's federal office. Who processed witness intake forms. Who approved safe house allocations. Who had been present at every single significant operational meeting for eighteen month

As beta Shane drew close, he looked familiar to Zayn who cracked his brain deeply to recall where-- That's it... It's him. "You?" Zayn grabbed him tightly by the neck. "Woah! I'm outta here" Detective Lance left immediately with his hands raised. "You should be glad your ass is saved. The last person who assaulted a relation of congresswoman Donna is still serving jail term" Beta Shane told him and he let go of him with a stern look. "Good...now get into the car" Zayn couldn't believe his ears, did he just command him to get in?

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

'I guess a piece of duct tape across the lips will shut him up and I won't have to stain my hands with his blood. Destiny thought to herself. There's a gentle knock on the door. Knowing it's Anna, Destiny called her in. "Anna, I would like you to assemble all the department heads. Your new boss needs a little education." Anna looked at Wilhelm and her cheeks went wild red. She bowed shyly. "Yes ma'am." Destiny scowled at her. She noticed how all the female employees blushed when she officially introduced Wilhelm as the new CEO in the conference room. They literally fanned themselves so shamelessly.