Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

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…”

Blood beaded and dripped down his skin. He swept the cardiac monitor off its stand—it crashed against the wall with a deafening bang. Vivienne screamed and ducked behind the sofa. "Get out!" Dante pointed at the door and roared at me. That wasn't a sound a human being makes. It was the howl of something that had shattered inside his chest. "Go find your lover!" "I don't want to see you again!" "Don't ever show your face in front of me!" I crouched down.

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.

Lenox wipes his mouth, places the napkin on his lap, and eagerly looks toward the entrance to the dining room, waiting for his son. Donnie enters the dining room holding his mate's hand. Donnie is shorter than I and Alaric, which is typical for a Delta 1 like himself. He has short dark hair, similar to Alaric's but without the blonde tips. His chosen mate, Jessica, is beautiful and elegant. She's a submissive Delta 2 with a small, thin frame. She has beautiful, long, dark chocolate brown hair that reaches the middle of her back and has a slight wave. She wears very little makeup and seems quiet and shy each time I've seen her. Her light blue dress somehow makes her look more innocent than sh

Amelia tested the waters, her fingers touching Vincenzo's arm. Vincenzo didn't respond, his face still grim. Seeing this, Amelia bit her lip, then dialed the estate's butler and put the call on speaker. "Hello? Is the Donna back at the house?" On the other end, the voice of the butler, a man Amelia had bought long ago, answered: "The Donna returned a short while ago. She said she was tired and is now sleeping in the master bedroom upstairs. Should I wake her?" Hearing this, the tension in Vincenzo's shoulders instantly eased.

As the guards kept an eye out for their boss, Donna Daniella, she herself started to tell Alessandro what he had missed all those 5 years since he told her that he had been living in Europe for all that time. Daniella tells him that her father died of a heart attack 2 years ago and that she is now head of the Saphira family and that is now the most powerful family around. She explained to him that in the end it was decision to take over knowing that that was the only way to get her father out of her way and to her not knowing that he would die an early death but he who cares! after what he had done to her and her family!

But in the end, it was nothing more than a stranger who looked like her. And the real Elena had already disappeared from my world. For the first time in my life, I felt completely powerless. I had once been the most feared Don in New York's underworld. A single word from me could decide someone's fate. But now, I didn't even know where the woman I loved was. I had planned a grand ceremony. I had wanted the entire New York underworld to know Elena Blackwood was the only Donna I would ever acknowledge. But now that woman no longer wanted that title. From that family. From me.

Then the screen switched and Donna Marta appeared. She stood tall, dressed in black, her posture was calm, but her eyes carried something deeper and heavier. The room behind her was quiet and controlled, just like her. “My son, Rico De Romano, was involved in a road accident days ago,” she said, her voice steady, echoing through the room. “Since then, he has not been found.” Calla felt her throat tighten. Luxe shifted slightly towards her, silently consoling her, but her gaze remained up at the screen.

Her expression suddenly turned fierce as she sent a message to another number. [I can work with you, as long as you don't hurt Ethan.] After sending this message, Donna prepared to leave. She gazed up at the sky, which appeared gloomy and gray. Donna had been traveling without rest for several days to return to Venturia, her head heavy with thoughts. Suddenly, everything went dark, and she lost consciousness. Meanwhile, at Ventrocloud High School, Madelyn still couldn't figure out why so many people were giving her curious looks until the school day was nearly over.

As the guards dragged her away, her steps slow but steady, she didn’t look back. Because she had already lost the only thing that mattered. Upstairs, Racheal stood frozen, her hand gripping the railing tightly. She swallowed into nothing with a nervous and fearful looks on…but she didn’t make a sound. She just watched. Helpless. The house fell into a heavy silence after Donna was taken away, the air thick, suffocating, like something had just broken beyond repair. — Meanwhile… At the border of the Red Moon Pack. The car slowed to a stop as guards stepped forward, signaling for inspection.