Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

She had nothing to do with any of her old cronies. "Do you think she and Ryanna were working together?" I asked. That made sense but he somehow doubted it. Joel had said Ryanna bought the potion she used, not that it was given to her. "I don't think so," he told me. "No way to know now, though. I grabbed the case with the source's parts and let Davonna die with her possessions." "Why did she do it?" I pondered. "Why did Davonna hate you all so much?"

I walked to the window, looking out into the darkness. The forest beyond the packhouse was still, but I knew better than to trust that silence. A predator knew how to wait. How to stalk its prey before making a move. This was just the beginning. Caleb hesitated before speaking again. "And Rachel?" My body tensed at the mention of her name. "What about her?" I asked, keeping my voice even. "She's going to be your Luna, Damon," he said simply. "If someone's testing us, she could be a target."

or whether everything had gone terribly wrong. Just as she was debating whether to intervene in the Drakov Consortium's downward spiral, Reid called. He had found Donna. "Bring her here." When Reid arrived with Donna, Dakota was still reviewing the latest news about the Drakov Consortium. "Commander." Reid shoved Donna forward. "I've brought her." For the past several days, Donna had been hiding wherever she could. She had barely eaten, and exhaustion had left her weak. The shove sent her sprawling face-first onto the floor. A foot hooked beneath her chin, forcing her to look up.

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

she asked, her voice filled with dread, and her words sent a chill down my spine. Donna's color, Donna was the wife of Don, and now everything suddenly clicked. Mario had called me Donna and mentioned that Silvio picked out the dress, which meant Silvio wanted me to appear as Donna to the mafia. The Donna was the only one permitted to wear red at mafia events. Just as I was processing this, my gaze fell on Eve at the far corner of the hall. She was standing with someone, but when our eyes met, I was struck not by her face but by her dress.

“Fifty years ago, perhaps they might’ve had a way to cure the disease. But now… the only real solution is to bring Luna Donna back to life.” “Luna Donna? Who is that?” Evelyn asked, frowning. “She was the founder of Ivyshade. And… she’s been dead for centuries,” Amanda whispered. “But how do you know so much about the witch pack?” Evelyn asked, her suspicion growing. A cryptic smile tugged at Amanda’s lips. “My daughter, it’s time you learned the secret of the Dermot bloodline. Come, into my room. I’ll tell you everything.” Meanwhile, after personally arranging accommodations for the Ivyshade delegation, Raven returned immediately to the war room within the pack house, where the elders were

Daniel had never seen, or even heard of a werewolf so young, so he wasn't sure what to expect. Donna sat back in the dirt and put her face in her hands as she cried, not just for the rendering scene, but for the adrenaline that left her feeling wrung out. Henry cautiously approached her and nuzzled her cheek with a small lick to her face, thanking her and showing her he was alright.

"He terrifies them. A child born of wolf and witch, under a blood moon, who pulled lightning from the sky with his first breath..." "Even Prince Rael flinched," Cerberus said, voice hushed. "The prince, the one who's never feared anything, he couldn't meet Archer's eyes." "Good." My smile was sharp now, ragged and cruel and utterly maternal. "Let them fear what they tried to kill in me. Let them see it rise again through him." The door opened once more. Donna stepped in, cloaked in dark leathers, the scent of snow and blood clinging to her. Her eyes flicked quickly to Archer, then to Cerberus.

Knock, knock. The door opened without waiting for a response. “Sorry,” Viola said, too sweet. “Adrian said I could use your powder room to get ready.” I moved aside. “Go ahead.” She swept in, followed by a small team of makeup artists. They headed straight into the powder room. I could still hear Adrian’s voice the day we moved in, “This will be your beauty room, Maeve. You’ll be the most stunning Donna in the city. I’ll take you to every gathering. The other Dons will be jealous.”