Donna Rider Novels & Stories

the doctor added, his tone tinged with empathy. Aleah, her heart heavy, asked, “Is there hope for her recovery?” “There is,” the doctor replied, his voice steady. “But it will depend on her willingness to heal and the support she receives.” Aleah’s eyes lingered on Donna, who seemed so distant yet so vulnerable. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to approach her. Memories of Donna’s fear and desperation during the Mario attack flashed through Aleah’s mind. She believed that Donna’s actions were not born out of malice but from a breaking point after enduring relentless abuse alongside her child.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

One of the nurses stepped forward despite the mounting pressure, her voice trembling as she tried to de-escalate the situation. "Miss Bella, please. Dr. Joanna is a Chief Surgeon recruited from a top-tier medical school. We only asked her to perform this surgery as a rare favor because your case was so complex." "Dr. Joanna has an impeccable reputation in the field," the nurse continued, her voice small but earnest. "There must be a misunderstanding. Please, just try to calm down."

The ten-carat diamond ring hit the bottom of the bin with a clear, crisp clink, like it was bidding me farewell. Everything was over. Nothing could salvage this relationship. … I sat on a cold, hard bench in the ER, my face drained of color. Across from me, outside the VIP area, a crowd had gathered. The people whispered among themselves. "They say that Don Costa's people are in there." "It's probably the Donna. He's so worked up over her when she isn't even injured. He made the hospital call in every doctor to check her over." "Classic hero-saves-damsel moment. Didn't you see the gash on his head? That cut was huge, yet he didn't even make a sound!"

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

He checks her identification, confirms her equipment, then escorts her through the quiet corridors with the calm authority everyone in the house has learned not to question. Lia is waiting in one of the sunlit sitting rooms when they enter. She stands slowly, offering a polite smile. “Doctor.” “Mrs. Don,” the woman greets warmly, setting her case on the table. “You’re looking well.” “I feel better than I did a few weeks ago,” Lia admits. “That’s usually how this stage behaves,” the doctor says kindly. “Your body has adjusted.” Quan takes his usual position beside Lia—close enough to steady, far enough not to crowd. The doctor notices him, gives a small approving nod, and begins preparing her

* Regina * It felt like a blessing from the Moon Goddess that the very first pack we stumbled upon chose to welcome us. My mother had spoken the name of her old friend, Donna, a woman she had once admired in the village, known for her strength and loyalty. Here, she was no mere warrior, but a trusted protector serving directly under the Luna of the Western pack. "Goodness, Amanda! Is that truly you?" Donna's voice carried both disbelief and joy as she grasped my mother's shoulders, then pulled her into a fierce embrace that spoke of years of separation. I know my mother felt shy and little to asked her for a favor but we don't have a choice.

Dona didn't have to do anything, but a group of men were after her life and death. Whereas Leona, since her childhood, had never been chased by anyone except that jerk Rick. Perhaps because her figure was so flat, it would be strange if any man liked her. Dona was different, she had a unique condition. The first time she saw her, she was almost stunned by her. Leona didn't know if Archie was interested in her when he first saw her... Leona suddenly realized.

Donna put on a pitiful look that moved Jenna slightly since she didn’t know whether it was international or an accident. "If indeed you are telling the truth, I will forgive you but if it's intentional, then don't blame me." Jenna felt the need to be extra careful. Perhaps she has been cursed to be crippled since every accident she’s had within the short time she’s met Casper, narrowed to her right leg. "I swear, it was an accident." Donna solemnly vowed. If she were to take a lie detector test from her appearance. She would have passed. Sadly, Casper wasn’t easily fooled and wasn’t as soft-hearted as Jenna.

Sonnia was totally defenseless against such a face that looked like the male lead of a romantic book, so she got butterflies in her stomach, feeling a burning sensation in her slapped butt, she tried to avoid meeting Dona's gaze. Dona was Sonnia's worst enemy in Michel Corporation, for she took liberties with Sonnia whenever they met. The two parties were locked in confrontation on their way up to the top floor. Dona and Lily were cut from the same cloth, but the difference here was that Lily was simply playing pretend, when it was time to actually step up to the plate, she was useless. After all, her fiancee kept his eyes on her. On the other hand, Dona was the real deal. Regardless of male