Donna Rider Novels & Stories

“You are a rare beauty.” Liora’s cheeks flushed, “Thank you. You’re a looker as well.” Donna was dressed in a black mermaid dress with mesh sleeves and a low neckline. The skirt flared below her knees in tight ruffles. “You’ve been hiding all your assets under your uniform.” Donna smiled sheepishly at the compliment. Before she could reply, Rhonda stuck her head in the doorway, “Edmund is going to faint when he sees you.” Liora laughed as Donna’s face became even more red. It was common knowledge that beneath his aloof temperament, Edmund liked Donna very much.

Richard asked. "I can, "Donna said. "Though the Surgeon General is higher in rank than me but I will use my influence as the god of war's fiancee to set the meeting up. But if this works out, you must know that you also owe me a favor in the future." She said. Donna wasn't a type that help liberally. "As long as my father survives from his terrible sickness, I'll do what you want in the future," Ronald said. "I think I still have your old mobile number, I'll call you once I set it up," Donna said arrogantly and stood.

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?]

However, she still smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You too. Get some rest.” Then she turned and left. Once her figure had disappeared from the doorway, Paul immediately called his aide. “Why is Emily’s number invalid? Has our intelligence system failed, or did the donna disappear and I’m the last to know?” His voice was cold as ice, sending a chill down the aide’s spine. “Don Garcia, actually, on the day you entered surgery, we already received news that Donna Emily had left the country. But during this time, you were…”

This is a woman that likes to go very extra, I can tell that much about her personality already. “I am Donna Martins, the Luna of Frost Claw”. I make to introduce myself too but she quickly interrupts. “You don't have to, silly. Of course I know who you are”. Right….of course every pack that has ears must have heard of Silver Glow’s Luna from the south. It doesn't help that as far as I can see, I'm the most dark haired person in the room. I offer a sheepish smile to Donna and she leans over and links her arm through mine, gesturing to the waiter to get me a drink. I reach for a glass of champagne and offer her a thank you.

Naomi asked, met with a grin from Dona. "My lips were itching to scold Anya." Then Dona shifted her gaze to Cedric, who stood to my right. "You too, Cedric. I introduced you to my friend, not to treat Anya like this!" You know, Dona is the frontline defender when it comes to scolding anyone with ill intentions towards me. Seriously. Once there was a motorcyclist who was driving recklessly when we were having lunch near the back building, which meant we had to walk a bit to get to the cafeteria there.

It comes naturally. "Donna, even Aiden does not know this. I am not sure how to tell him because even I cannot believe it. This baby that I am carrying is not simple. She is a healer. She makes me see visions of the past and I know more than I should. I feel like she is a reincarnation of some powerful Luna from the past. I do not even understand it myself, so, I'm sorry bestie, but I cannot give you a comprehensive explanation." My heart skips when I hear my mate mentioning that. Donna does not say anything but she just pulls my mate for a hug and they remain quiet. Unable to see my mate distressed, I cross the distance and snatch her from Donna's arms and feeling the sparks, she visibly re

"Selena, I have two options for you—one, you continue medical school and have a quiet career as a small-time doctor after graduation. Two, I'll adopt you and train you as my heir. Newborough will be yours." George's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned at him and winked. … Many years later, no one knew that the mafia's Donna was an ordinary surgeon. I never visited my mom after George put her into a regular elderly home. As for Ariana, she was asked to either continue her studies or find a job and make an honest living for herself. On a weekend afternoon, I knocked on Nancy's front door again. I smiled as I handed her 500 dollars and a necklace with a golden heart-shaped pendant. "N

The flicker of a smile she was trying to hide. “What are you doing here?” she asked, voice pitched high. I stood slowly, my knees aching, and handed her the envelope. “Adrian texted. Said something important was left at the house.” Someone whispered, “Who is she?” Then louder, “Mrs. Kane?” And laughter. “Our charming Don Kane has a secret Donna?” “No—” Adrian stepped off the stage. “No,” he said again, firmer this time. “She’s the housemaid. What are you doing here?”

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.