Novel & Cerita Donna Trope

I felt horrible too as I imagined that Dave must have felt really betrayed. I gazed at the TV screen, I sighed heavily. Nothing interested me. Suddenly, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I was startled for a brief moment until I got to stare at the culprit. It was Dante's mother, Luciana. She was present for our wedding and two days ago, Luciana had moved into the house. I wondered why but I also did not mind. She was kind to me during the few times she spoke. "What are you doing? Watching mute TV?" She asked, her brows raised at me. She was a stunning woman too, Dante looked just like her in every way, their skin colour, hair colour and eye colour was exactly the same. She was young too.

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

Sonnia was totally defenseless against such a face that looked like the male lead of a romantic book, so she got butterflies in her stomach, feeling a burning sensation in her slapped butt, she tried to avoid meeting Dona's gaze. Dona was Sonnia's worst enemy in Michel Corporation, for she took liberties with Sonnia whenever they met. The two parties were locked in confrontation on their way up to the top floor. Dona and Lily were cut from the same cloth, but the difference here was that Lily was simply playing pretend, when it was time to actually step up to the plate, she was useless. After all, her fiancee kept his eyes on her. On the other hand, Dona was the real deal. Regardless of male

“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.

Madison cautioned herself before she spotted Aaron, seated at a table near the back, his eyes scanning the entrance. She frowned when she didn't see any resemblance to Donna, but she approached the table regardless. Madison sighed as she sat down. “Where is Donna?” She asked, trying to keep her tone casual. “She should be here any minute,” Aaron replied. As if on cue, the door opened, and Donna Torres walked in. She wore a spaghetti-strap, body-con black dress that accentuated her glorious hourglass curves, and her dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders.

I reached for them and pulled them up enough to tongue her nipples. "And it's not like she isn't hot. She's got a great body. What do you expect. No kids, no job, personal trainer at the gym. She's, like, 24, isn't she? " She asked, but it was a pretty inopportune moment. My mouth full of her ample tits, I just grunted my assent. Donna did have a great body. Not as pretty as Krista. No. But cute, in a bouncy, cheer-squad kind of way. With a rack that could come close to matching Krista's, and a really sexy bubble ass.

His voice was audacious and assertive. Her fury exploded. "I won't let that happen! If you think you can just..." Danny cut her off and pulled out a set of pictures from his jacket. As he tossed them onto the table, Donna's breath hitched as her own face stared back at her from the picture. She was caught in intimate moments with not just one but three different men. A well-known director, a wealthy businessman, and another man whom she swore to be just a 'friend.' "I must say, Donna," Danny smirked. "You've been living a very colorful life."

Jenna was about to go after Casper, seeing he wasn’t in a good mood when a familiar silhouette walked into her office. “Donna?” Jenna could already smell trouble with her uninvited presence. “It’s me.” Donna let off her hood and removed her sunglasses. She walked majestically into the office but didn't sit immediately. “Who allowed you in?” Jenna asked, confused. She was very uncomfortable with her presence. Donna did not lie and also seemed to be in a good mood, which did nothing but disturbed Jenna the more. “Grandpa helped me in but I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m sorry for the last time.” Jenna realized that she behaved differently from the last time except she still wore a red luxury

"You may now kiss your bride." Alexander gave Ashly a bright smile as he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Ashly neck and kissed her. Not knowing what to do, Ashly stood there, letting Alexander deepen the kiss. When Alexander finally ended the kiss and stepped back, Ashly was sure her face was bright red. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time ,Mafia Don and his Donna ," announced Cat. "According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name"