Donna Tartt Novels & Stories

° ° ° ~Lianna Black~ ‘Stop’ I pleaded as I faced the fire of his dark brown hues, his burning gaze boring whole on my body, igniting me to embers and turn to ashes. ‘Por favor, Señor... No más…’ I begged, raising my hand, succumbing to the pain of his torture. (Please sir. No more.) With the soap wrapped in a fluffy towel on his hands, Dante looked down at my weak state on a sandy beach. The sandcastle I built for hours crumbling down, the beach taking back the sand that it owned.

Now we were the centre of attention and there was no way to get away from their gaze, my arms cirlced around the sides of Lucas arm and he turned to stare at me with a warm smile. “Donna, you don’t have to make such an announcement.” Lucas said and the lady walked up to us, she wore soft femininie perfume that matched her soft girls features. The rosy pink summer dress she wore stopped at her ankles and her white stilletoes added to her small frame. Donna, from my deduction was a girl who was always cherry and optimistic about life and everything it brings. She was probably a daddy’s girl and an only child too. “Its great to see my brother in-law after what- three months?” Donna laughed and

Don Romano says, tilting his head up to look at me. I blow out a breath as the name lands on me. Clarissa. Not Annalissa. Never me. I smile the way I’ve practiced and grab a seat next to him. Dante sits next to the young lady. They look a lot alike except she has curly hair with blonde highlights, and perfect skin. She’s his younger sister, Ornella Romano. I’ve only ever seen her on a magazine cover when she appeared on Forbes top ten special athletes spotlight. Don Romano warms up to me in minutes.

"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?"

Especially since one of them wasn't his biological daughter. Dara, who had worked in the mansion the longest, had told them how the Don neglected his oldest daughter from the moment she was born. He had been looking forward to having a son, you see but after he found out it was a girl, he'd lost interest. "I don't care what you do with her. Just make sure she grows up fast. I might have use for her later" he'd said. That meant, Marianna Lombardi grew up alone, under the care of strangers who came and went, depending on her father's mood. She didn't know love. No one taught her the difference between good and bad. Wrong and right. All she knew was that whatever she wanted, she got.

I paid back—" Sofia cut me off, "Elena, you're too impulsive. A personality like that will only bring you trouble—it's not good. "As the Donna of the Moretti family, you should be elegant and composed, free from impatience and arrogance. This kind of attachment to material things is unacceptable. I tore this place down for your own good." With that, Sofia pressed a button on the remote control in her hand. An explosion sounded in the distance. "No!" My voice broke with anguish as I lunged forward and grabbed the controller.

The movement caused her thong to dig right up her puffy snatch and dry little asshole. Tina sat across from her, face flushed, nipples still hard despite everything happening. "Please, Donna. Please don't tell Ron. " Donna sat back, crossing her legs at the ankle. " I don't give a shit what you do with your personal life, Tina. Unlike you, I don't talk about people. After all, I'm not saint either." She let her eyes flick to Taylor's meat pointing straight. "If you hadn't noticed, I'm here too. "

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"So, you're the doctor from Porthaven that Giacamo mentioned? I'm Anna Ottavio. I work in the same lab as Giacomo." "Hello," I greeted with a raise of my glass. "Giacomo rarely invites anyone on his own initiative." Anna winked. "He must have taken a liking to you." "Anna!" Giacomo shot her an exasperated look, but the tips of her ears flushed slightly red. I smiled but didn't respond. For now, I had no desire to get involved in matters of the heart. After a few rounds of drinking, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively. Someone bought out a guitar and began to sing the classic song "I Believe I Can Fly".

“Hurry up. She has to be ready before the Don.” The cook, Martha, peeked in at one point. “Mrs. Mancini,” she said softly, “you look beautiful.” The stylist chimed in, “The Don made a splendid choice in his Donna.” The women chuckled together. I only rolled my eyes. Choice wasn’t the word. By the time everything was done, I could barely recognize the reflection staring back at me. I looked elegant, polished, untouchable. But inside, my chest was tight. “Nora, it’s time to go. The ride is here,” Luca called.