Donnie April Novels & Stories

She hadn’t been that since he’d discovered her innocence. Donnie surprised him from behind, and Max pretended to adjust the screen for a better angle before grabbing the nearest file. Donnie sank into a nearby chair. Equipment hummed softly in the quiet space. “Did I ever tell you about my wife?” Donnie never spoke of her. She’d passed away from breast cancer a year before and it had nearly killed him. Donnie was still fairly new to the team, only just a year with them. A year that saw less action in the field then they were used to, but there was no doubt that David “Donnie” Wilson, also a former Green Beret and their 18Fox—the intelligence specialist—was in for the long haul. Donnie’s rese

Meanwhile, the woman looked elegant with her purple cheongsam. "Aren't they Donnie and Jameela?" asked Kacey. I nodded in agreement. Donnie was the frontman of Erpid 19th, the band which was absent at the Soundrenaline tomorrow. Lately, Donnie has attracted public attention because of his vlog. He said 'idiot' to Indonesia's Muslim Defender masses. As a result, he was arrested by the police over the turbaned group's report. Then, he was paroled.

He'd even taken out the black ring, the one that marked the Donna. But in the end, all he did was let me look at it. Could I really ever wear it? Thinking of that, I let out a tired sigh. Just then, the door opened. Julian stood in the doorway. "The West Harbor thing. Handled?" I didn't turn around. I just reached up to slide the album back onto the shelf. But it was only halfway in when his hand closed over my wrist. His eyes landed on the album's cover, and his voice eased.

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

"Because you killed him?" "I became Don because someone had to. And I wasn't going to let it be one of his cronies who'd let the abuse continue." Dante finally looked at her, his steel-gray eyes dark in the dim light. "I was twenty-six. Too young, according to the family. But I was ruthless enough that no one dared challenge me." "Weren't you scared?" "Terrified." The admission surprised them both. "But fear is just another thing to control. To use. I channeled it into making sure no one would ever have that kind of power over me again."

I'll take Asher back from Elle, whatever it takes! The party continued until the next morning. Asher rushed home, bursting through the door and calling my name loudly. "Elle, come quick! Look what I brought you!" There was no response from me. Only the housekeeper rushed out in a panic, "Donna was picked up by ten stretch Lincolns yesterday at noon."

He was wearing a ridiculous mouse headband too. Daniel's eyes were full of boundless, tender love. Scrolling down, I saw photos of them at the beach, the theater, and every single place on my bucket list. I had once begged Daniel to go to all those places with me. He either said they were too childish or that he would go with me next time. The comments section was filled with blessings for the couple. "What a loving couple! I didn't expect to see Don Marino wearing matching headbands with Mrs. Marino."

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

This idiot has a death wish. ~~ AN, Hey Babes, Please check my new novel, PROMISE ME, JAKE. Regular updates for that one will come after Don’s Fiancee. That’s the plan. Lol. Please do tell me if that book has a chance. Much love, ljxx

There always has to be a backup plan. I dialled his number. It was strange that I knew it out of my heart already. Hours of sitting and glaring at the number did that to me, and for once, I was glad about it since I'd already deleted our chat. I sighed, all hope gone. I was definitely dying today, whether I stayed or not. Wouldn't it be better if I just left? My eyes landed on his laptop. Rodrigo mentioned someone called Don, and I noticed that his name came out with so much venom it was almost contagious.