Donna Forte Novels & Stories

As the guards kept an eye out for their boss, Donna Daniella, she herself started to tell Alessandro what he had missed all those 5 years since he told her that he had been living in Europe for all that time. Daniella tells him that her father died of a heart attack 2 years ago and that she is now head of the Saphira family and that is now the most powerful family around. She explained to him that in the end it was decision to take over knowing that that was the only way to get her father out of her way and to her not knowing that he would die an early death but he who cares! after what he had done to her and her family!

Donna is aware of this. She let go, almost bursting as she stormed out of my office. . c.m. louden

"Let me go. What you're doing is illegal." They sneered and closed in. I had no choice but to reveal my identity. "I am the Donna," I shouted. "If you harm me, my Soldati will make sure none of you leave here alive." The crowd erupted in laughter. Giordano looked at me with disdain. "I've served under the Don for years and never once heard of him being a woman. How dare you impersonate him, and worse, insult his name? I'll punish you as if I were carrying out his will."

“Madam Landry, your son and his date have arrived,” Doug announced, stepping aside for us to enter. Donna Landry wore one of her gorgeous gowns and her jet-black hair was curled around her features, crowning her heart-shaped face. She was a gorgeous woman and you’d never be able to tell she had children who were in their 30s. She was also an intimidating woman, and I can tell she never smiled… except for when she was with Daisy. I’ve seen her smiling with Daisy.

Madison cautioned herself before she spotted Aaron, seated at a table near the back, his eyes scanning the entrance. She frowned when she didn't see any resemblance to Donna, but she approached the table regardless. Madison sighed as she sat down. “Where is Donna?” She asked, trying to keep her tone casual. “She should be here any minute,” Aaron replied. As if on cue, the door opened, and Donna Torres walked in. She wore a spaghetti-strap, body-con black dress that accentuated her glorious hourglass curves, and her dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders.

Donna came out of the bathroom dressed in her new outfit and she looked so HOT! Her outfit consisted of a tight knit white tube top that was so thin you can make out her nipples (even if they weren't already hard as a rock)a short red mini skirt that had a zipper on the side made of a very thin material. Needless to say, the outfit displayed the considerable and luscious curves of her 34c-24-35 figure. The top displayed a generous amount of Donna's ample cleavage. Her breasts were large and firm, without any sag or give in them. Just like the top, the short-skirt fit Donna's body like a tight glove. It went down to the mid-point between her hips and knees, and offered a wonderful view of her

“If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.” “What if someone out there knows me? I used to be a stripper,” Donna whispered harshly. Farah looked mildly irritated with her in that way siblings were when someone was being overdramatic. “They can go fuck themselves.” Donna shook her head. “I won’t be a good Luna. Fuck, I do not even know what a Luna is.” My eyes found hers. Donna’s lips trembled as one tear slipped down. “I am not like you,” she added.

The affection in his eyes was so clear that, for a moment, I almost believed that I was his entire world. I lowered my head, trying to hide the bitterness rising in my chest. ‘Elijah, this is the last chance I’m giving you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.’ Just as my resolve softened, I received a message from Naomi Cook that very night. Along with it was a photo of her celebrating her birthday with Elijah and Kai. In the picture, Naomi held up two gift boxes with the Cartier logo, smiling brightly. Her message was smug and provocative. [You’re still not leaving? Your husband and son both like me more. How do you still have the nerve to hold on to the donna position?]

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!" Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color. I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me. "The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"