Donna Forte Novels & Stories

I reached for them and pulled them up enough to tongue her nipples. "And it's not like she isn't hot. She's got a great body. What do you expect. No kids, no job, personal trainer at the gym. She's, like, 24, isn't she? " She asked, but it was a pretty inopportune moment. My mouth full of her ample tits, I just grunted my assent. Donna did have a great body. Not as pretty as Krista. No. But cute, in a bouncy, cheer-squad kind of way. With a rack that could come close to matching Krista's, and a really sexy bubble ass.

Don held my hand as he led me onto the stage, step by step, before turning to the crowd and saying, "From today onward, Sirena Cabrera is not only my Donna." His voice was loud and powerful as it echoed across the entire hall. "She possesses equal power to me, and her orders will be my orders." A murmur rippled through the audience, but it very quickly turned into a unified round of applause. Some of the people were shocked, and some were envious, but nobody dared to object. That was because everybody knew that the woman now standing next to him was a vengeful goddess who clawed and crawled her way up from a pool of blood.

If others truly believe that she has large breasts and no brain, they are completely mistaken! How could someone who could sit as Dunder's deputy CEO have big breasts and no brain? It was just a disguise for Dona. "No, I'd rather be here." Leona thought about it, but still refused, in case Archie came later and couldn't find her... "That's okay, then I'll come and look for you! My boss's clients today are a bunch of old people, so boring!" Dona said breathlessly, "I already said I can't come to such an event, but he has to take me!"

In fact, she is sometimes catching Keith's fingers and giving them a few small massages. While Candice is starting to suffer from their public display of affection, Rhianne is actually recalling how did Donna become friends with Rhianne Cartel in the story. She can vaguely remember that Donna is one of Rhianne Cartel's friends in high society although she is considered as nouveau riche. Donna's father is the assistant director in one of the huge companies in their city. Since her father had earned a lot of money and has now connections due to his work, he can sometimes bring Donna with him to the huge formal parties that only those rich people can attend.

“I am the Donna of the Gareno cartel, and I am the woman who wishes to do business with Zaverio Riccardo.” Holy flipping fuck

Donna said arrogantly and stood. "Oh, thank you, Donna. Please make it fast," Richard said desperately. "Alright," Donna then walked out. An hour later, Donna entered the medical unit in the military base, there were a lot of injured soldiers there receiving treatment. Everyone in the base has now recognized Donna. Not just because she's the new officer who just came from Aurora Island but because she was the god of war's fiancee. A position that many people think is impossible to attain. A lot of people are of the opinion that the god of war is without a heart. How could such a person have a fiancee? Many assumed that Donna's beauty must be extraordinary while others believe that Donna had

'He wanted to use me again and pretend to be his girlfriend,' the answer appeared in her head in mere seconds. "Who is the client again?" She bravely asked. "Miss Donna, some weird lady in her thirties," he replied fastly. "Miss Donna Taylors?" "Yeah, Donna Taylors! You knew her? Haha, it's so funny. Her name is Donna Taylors. It sounded almost similar to that name Donatella, the turtle from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie," Aaron spoke casually and laughed as if he was chatting with a friend instead of his secretary.

It made betraying her easier. But I had learned long ago that the most dangerous people were never loud. Silence was refinement. Stillness was calculation. I’d heard of Vittoria long before Stefano drove through my gates. Whispers in meetings. Mentions in intercepted conversations. The Don’s daughter who watched and never spoke. The girl who stood beside her father not as decoration, but as presence. Women raised in violence did not grow up fragile. They grew up precise. If she truly had been kept untouched, it was not purity, it was control. Christian Guerra had protected something valuable. Or volatile.

When I walked outside, I saw a middle-aged lady trying to flirt with Don Luciano, and I was surprised to see she wasn't shivering in fear like the others. "You didn't pick anything?" Don Luciano ignored the woman and asked me. "None of it interested me. Perhaps I will come back later." I told him and made to walk out when; "Why later? There is still time now." The woman spoke up and I tried not to frown at her. I mean did she want to give this oldie more opportunity to take advantage of me? "Nope. I just got my period and need to get changed." I lied and she scowled.