Donna Riverdale Novels & Stories

“Alpha Dalton has proposed an official visit across our allies and protectorate packs, starting with an affirmation of alliances and the Luna’s formal introduction.” There was a pause as the word Luna echoed in the chamber. Though she had not yet been officially introduced to all, Daniella’s presence had already stirred the currents of change in Riverdale. Her strength, her story, and her bond with Dalton had not gone unnoticed. “About time,” Elder Selene said approvingly. “A Luna of substance—resilient. The kind who doesn’t break in battle but bends and returns stronger.” Dalton allowed himself the barest nod, but inside, her words settled heavily. Daniella had been through hell and back. S

"Ma'am? Are you acting now?" Ignoring the hostility in Donna's tone, Arla reached out to touch her, intent on offering assistance. However, Donna recoiled, her voice rising in panic as she pushed Arla away. "Don't touch me!" she screamed, the force of her outburst sending Arla crashing into the wall, a trickle of blood oozing from the cut on her head. In the chaos, Donna tumbled from her wheelchair, feigning serious injury as she lay sprawled on the floor. Despite the pain throbbing in her head, Arla's first instinct was to help the fallen woman. She reached out once more, only to be met with another torrent of venomous accusations. "You're trying to kill me, right? Again? Huh, again?"

Thrown out. "And the Donna?" My voice is a low growl. "What did she do?" The butler flinches. "The Donna... she just stood there. She watched us take everything. And she didn't say a word." My heart stops. "Nothing?" "Nothing, Boss. She just watched. Then she turned and walked away. Her face was... blank." How could she be calm? Five years ago, a mistress knocked over her palette, and she threw a fit for three days.

This time, Donna Amanda stepped inside with flawless makeup and a fabricated smile. “I heard you’re being played by that ugly woman,” she said softly as she approached. “I was worried.” Billy glanced at her briefly. “Who told you to come in?” Donna stopped, then let out a small laugh. “I just want to calm you down. There’s no point thinking about a woman like her.” Billy did not respond. Donna continued, sitting on the sofa as if it belonged to her. “Honestly, Billy. She really is shameless. After being given attention, she still dared to run away.”

“You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia quee

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

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?”

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.