Donna Forte Novels & Stories

“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?"

one of them sneered. I struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm Liliana Medici. I'm Fabrizio's mother!" Giovanna burst into laughter, as if she had just heard the biggest joke in the world. "Give me a break! Liliana died ten years ago in a fire. With that plastic face of yours, how dare you pretend to be the Donna!" She abruptly released my chin and pulled a dagger from her waist. She crouched down sharply and ripped open the left shoulder of my shirt, exposing the smooth skin after grafting.

"This uses the old Vitali format. My father never used it." After Adrian verified the format, he struck the route map from evidence. Sophia turned to Lucas, her eyes rimmed red. "She's just jealous of me. "If she admits she was wrong, I'll speak for her. I'll even make sure her father stays protected." "You forged evidence, and you want me to confess?" I demanded the records of her seat swap, her contact with the estate manager, and her entry into the west wing be retrieved. Enzo didn't defend her. He only instructed the clerk to enter the challenge into the minutes.

Donna was a 25-year-old knockout Raven haired beauty that was 5'7", all long legged perfection from her big breasts, small waist to those luscious rounded hips. She had what was considered and hourglass figure I think they call it. She worked as a design consultant and was happy she could do that from the couples home. They were the best of friends seeing each other at least three times a week to work out and on the weekends they were more often found together than not. Dan had added a small gym to each of their houses and they didn't have to go to the public gym any more. They worked out one week at the Raston house and the next at the Walens.