Donna Trope Novels & Stories

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.

"Miss Ashford, be a dear and bring this soup to Dante for me." She held out the bowl. I reached for it. The instant our hands met, her fingers let go. Scalding soup splashed across the top of my foot. White steam rose from my skin. The pain went straight to the bone. I clenched my jaw. Didn't make a sound. The bowl shattered on the floor. Everyone turned to look. Vivienne let out a shriek, covering her mouth. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, my hand slipped! Miss Ashford, are you okay?"

With a shake of her head, she turned and went to open the door. "Did you think you could hide from me?" Donna breezed in past Blake who held her cup away from her body not to spill the hot liquid on her. "Not answering your phone doesn't mean that I won't come over here and talk to you." She turned, waving her phone at Blake. "Where is your phone? Have you been writing? Tell me that's why you haven't been answering my calls. That's the only acceptable answer." Donna turned again and walked to Blake's kitchen, she pulled a mug out of the cupboard and poured herself a cup of coffee. "You know, if you ignore me, I'm just going to sit here until you say something." Donna sat at her kitchen count

Anyway, let's get down to business. Before I tell you everything that really happened the day I left home, I want you to know a bit about my story. My name is Donna Mason. I grew up in an orphanage in the greater Seattle area and only left when I reached the age of majority. The nuns sent me to a shelter because I didn't have anyone to look after me or a house to live in. I even had my first job as a janitor at the D'Angelo Corporation. It was there that I met Roland D'Angelo, the financial magnate. A beautiful, sexy, engaging and? extremely perverse. That part I only found out after our wedding, before that Roland was an unconditional lover and I thought... Had God finally smiled on me, or

Chapter 1 From the position between the legs of Aslan's partner, his face lifted as he heard countless loud knocks on his door. "Shit!" Donna muttered irritably because she was left hanging, unable to reach her climax. She was almost there. Women usually finish quickly, whether through oral, manual, or intercourse. During their one session, she had orgasmed multiple times, but today it seemed like she couldn’t even get one. Donna Miranda had been his constant bed partner since college. She was four years younger than him. She was from the neighboring town, the daughter of a couple of entrepreneurs. Her family was the wealthiest in that town, aside from the Escobar estate, which he managed.

“The Moon Goddess doesn’t always give us what we ask for. Sometimes she gives us what we need.” “What I need is control,” I muttered. “Not another wound disguised as a gift.” Mother’s lips twitched. “You sound like your father.” I gave a rather small smile. “Then maybe I learned well.” She sighed and stepped closer, reaching up to touch my cheek. “You’ve carried your solitude for too long, Dane. It’s made you strong, yes, but it’s also made you afraid. This woman — this Donna — she’s not a curse. Perhaps she’s the one meant to remind you what being alive feels like.”

Whenever she was free, she would practice on her own and also study the script. 'Tomboy Donna' was an action film that portrayed the protagonist as a tomboy who was actually a spy in disguise. The setting of the story was in a high school, Donna blended in as a teenager even though she was actually in her mid-20s. Because of her small stature and innocent face with skills to back it up, she was chosen by the secret organization to investigate, as they suspected a terrorist was present in the school with ulterior motives. Through her journey, gathering information proved really difficult, but when she finally pieced things together, she was shocked to find out it was someone she never thought

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance. The doors suddenly swung open. The hall fell silent. "Lia…" my father's face went pale. "What nonsense is this?" Riccardo froze, staring at her. "Lia…" Lia scanned the room, ignoring the sudden intensity in Riccardo's eyes. She spoke loudly, clearly, and deliberately. "Sorry to interrupt your little comedy. I announce that today's Donna ceremony is void." The crowd froze. Lina screamed first. "Bah! Our father is the Don! Who gave you the right to oppose him?"

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.” I never used it. Not once. Now Viola sat at the vanity, laughing easily as the artists touched up her lips and smoothed her hair while I stood in the hallway, watching. Maybe it did make sense—that Adrian chose to bring her. That people mistook her for his Donna. She looked the part, maybe even sounded the part. And me? I looked down at my hands—wrinkled from years of cleaning. My clothes were stained, worn from chores I never had time to replace. I couldn’t remember the last time I wore