Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

My jealousy got the best of me as I asked about the lady that was to be Queen. "Oh!" Miss Donna's hands left my hair and she stared at my reflection in the mirror. "Lady Angelica is a noble werewolf and the daughter of one of the greatest leaders of this kingdom," she sighed briefly. "Her beauty is comparable as she is beautiful inside and out. " "Really?" I scoffed. "You must know her so much that you can describe her this way" I frowned. Miss Donna chuckled and continued rubbing my hair. "To me, you are still the most beautiful person ever your highness and I believed that the king would be glad for picking you to be his noble consort. "

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

“The only thing I ever knew about her was that she used to date Zane. We know nothing about her life from before London.” I traced my thumb over the rim of my mug. “Some people keep the hard things quiet. Maybe that’s how she copes.” A small silence followed. Even the hum of the heater seemed softer, more respectful. “I just hope her mother pulls through,” I said. Davina nodded. “She’s strong. If anyone can hold it together, it’s her.” Before the mood could dip too low, small footsteps echoed down the hallway. Donna appeared in the doorway, hair in messy curls, still in her pajamas. She saw the mountain of samples and magazines between us. “Are you talking about flowers?”

The assistant's voice trembled. "Had been what?!" Adrian shot to his feet. "Bombed." Adrian nearly collapsed when he heard the word. Julianne frowned. "The kidnappers couldn't possibly have found that place." Mother cut in. "She must've done it herself. She was angry about being left alone out there. "How could she do something like that? Honestly!" Father sighed repeatedly. Only Adrian had gone deathly pale. He grabbed his assistant by the shoulders. "Where is she?"

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…”

I drew in a deep breath. Three years. Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years. The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him. He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed. I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.

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.

“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.