Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

"You must be Blair." "I am. You are?" Though she already had an idea who it was already. "I am Donna, Dylan's help." She gave a small laugh. "Sorry, but when I heard Dylan got married, I said I must come back home immediately and see for myself, he is always playing tricks on me and I thought this was one of them." Blair gave an awkward smile in response as she didn't know what else to say. "I apologize, I just didn't think there was a woman strong enough out there to catch Dylan's heart, especially since I've never even seen you around before...I wonder what else I don't know about Mr. Lancaster."

She walked out of the dungeon then towards the castle garden, she knew exactly who the maid that back stabbed Alice was, her name is Mira and she is the head maid to Cynthia. Being the highest maid in rank she had made life hell for other maids in the castle and made sure they never enjoy their life there as maids. She deems herself second in command after the queen and it infatuated Donna and other maids to the core. Donna was born to a maid, her father was a soldier who died at war, and her mother was also mysteriously killed when she was five, since then she has being left alone in the castle to continue her mother's job as a maid in other to feed herself since she had no idea who her rel

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t

Phoebe was taken to Area A, a place for professional hunters, which was not only huge but also close to the central building where the leader Louis William was staying. A female hunter in a tight black suit is Phoebe's instructor, she has a very fiery body, very short and black hair, sharp eyes that make her look very attractive. Phoebe was amazed that there was such a charming woman here, she had thought Area A, a place for professional hunters, was mainly composed of rough and giant men. That female hunter looked up and down Phoebe as if assessing her overall, then she smiled and introduced herself: "Hello beauty, my name is Donna is a werewolf, not long ago I was promoted to the city. pro

“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.

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?”

Julianne took my hand, her eyes reddening. "I'm sorry, Maddie. We were so busy today that we forgot about your allergy. "I wore heels all day, and my ankles are swollen. It's a good thing I handled the wedding rehearsal for you, or you would've been the one who got hurt. "But none of that matters. What worries me most is the kidnappers. You have no idea how terrified I was when you were taken. "As long as you're safe now, Adrian and I can finally breathe easier." Adrian cleared his throat and took my other hand.

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…”