Donna Forte Novels & Stories

he said hesitantly. "Have you found Dalia's whereabouts?" Riccardo asked without looking up. Antonio was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Donna—I mean, Ms. Valentino is in Capitolium, but she refuses to see anyone. All our attempts to approach her have been rejected." Riccardo's hands clenched suddenly, crumpling the letter into a ball. "Book a flight. I'm going to Capitolium." "Don Corleone, you can't leave," Antonio cried in alarm. "The family's situation is unstable right now."

Vincenzo stared at her, his voice low. "What did you just say?" "What do you mean get rid of the baby? We can save it. Why don't you want to?" Giuliana's eyes turned red. She looked frightened, her voice trembling. "Vincenzo... let me explain..." Her face was pale, tears falling one by one. "Since the Donna doesn't want this child to be born, I'll just make her happy." She bit her lip hard, her voice choked. "The Donna already hates the baby in my belly this much. What about later?"

This mangy dog was the one chasing me, yet his stupid bitch had the nerve to bark at me. Just as I was about to slice both their tendons, a clear voice called out from the shadows. “Mama!” Cassiano was there. He calmly stubbed out his cigar. His voice left no room for argument. “Aurora. Come here.” That overwhelming sense of security washed over me. I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to him and melted into his strong, broad chest. “Leo. You listen!” “I am the Donna,” I declared, my voice ringing with absolute power. “My body, my soul... they belong to Cassiano. Now take your pathetic fantasy and get the hell out of my sight. Forever.”

She didn't pay attention then which made her ascertain her unmindful demeanor. "Is she-." Donna gasped as she looked at Anya and Ronan's face flushed with a deep nod. "I can definitely fix you up." Donna's face brightened as she motioned her towards the back. Anya followed the woman and looked at Ronan confusedly who threw a wink at her to which she rolled her eyes. "How about this?" Donna showed a skirt that was longer than the last one but not long enough for Anya. "Something longer perhaps." She said precariously clasping her hands together for support. A flash of disappointment crossed Donna's face as she looked at Ronan with questioning eyes and this made her feel as if she was being sc

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

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.

When grandpa saw that the godfathers had directly gone to Casper without as much as greeting or wishing him a happy birthday first, his face turned gloomy, and not able to hold it in, he followed them. Donna was bitter after Casper's dance with Jenna. She couldn't stand another woman taking the spotlight from her when she had been training for this all her life. At this juncture, with the two men she most feared away, she excused herself from the high table. Kate and Peggy were still teasing Jenna when Peggy paused and gazed behind Jenna. Jenna followed her gaze and met that of Donna. Her smile was beautiful but it didn't reach her eyes. Jenna could feel that Donna wasn't as easy as she look

Chapter 1 From the position between the legs of Aslan's partner, his face lifted as he heard countless loud knocks on his door. "Shit!" Donna muttered irritably because she was left hanging, unable to reach her climax. She was almost there. Women usually finish quickly, whether through oral, manual, or intercourse. During their one session, she had orgasmed multiple times, but today it seemed like she couldn’t even get one. Donna Miranda had been his constant bed partner since college. She was four years younger than him. She was from the neighboring town, the daughter of a couple of entrepreneurs. Her family was the wealthiest in that town, aside from the Escobar estate, which he managed.

“I know we have to go back to our daily lives soon. But I am so scared of what comes next. I am scared of being Donna. I don’t know how to do that job. I am not like you. I am not strong in that way. I don’t know the rules. And now… I have a baby. I am carrying our child. I feel like I am already failing. How can I be Donna? How can I be the leader of a huge family like yours when I can’t even stop crying when the tea is too hot? How can I make important decisions when I’m getting sick every morning? The people will see me. They will see that I am weak. Everyone will see that I am just a scared girl and no one will respect me. They will not respect you for choosing me. I can’t help but worry

But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer. They nicknamed her the Onryo. Which is a Japanese vengeful spirit. Returned in ghost form to harvest the souls of those that have betrayed them in life. She is the first female Don, also known as a Donna. Apparently she is a force to be reckoned with and has mastered many kinds of self defence skills. But her favourite weapon of choice is the Katana. Hence the name. The last thing her enemies see is the look of death in her eyes as she takes her revenge.