Donnie X April Novels & Stories

I looked back at the freesia painting and held Biscuit and waited and the library was quiet and warm and the afternoon light moved slowly across the floor and the fountain ran outside and somewhere in the city Dante Marchetti was finishing thirty years of someone else's war. Come back, I thought. Just come back. The clock moved past two. Past three. At five past three Nico's phone rang. He answered it and listened and said two words and ended the call and looked at me. "It's done," he said. I closed my eyes. When I opened them Nico was still looking at me with an expression that was warm and steady and completely certain. "He's coming home," he said. I pressed my face into Biscuit's fur and

He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said. "The girl woke up" Marco looked up from the table. So that got his attention, Carlos thought. "Apparently the girl's name is Ally Dawson and she ran away from her uncle, she was telling the truth I could tell" he said and Marco nodded, turning back to his papers "It seems he was abusive, she had bruises, I put a sleeping drug in the water I gave her so she could sleep, so when she wakes up you can talk to her." Carlos said while Marco said nothing, After a while Carlos said.

The moment the De Luca security notification appeared on my tablet, I stopped waiting for Matteo. Vanessa Ashford had entered the Donna wing with a clearance level that should have belonged only to me, and Matteo had stood beside her without the De Luca signet he always wore before the family. That was not an accident. That was a choice. I closed the archive window and looked back at the mourning locket under my lamp. Pregnancy had made my hands unsteady lately, but pride kept me from breaking anything in my studio, including myself.

Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!"

I promise not to be far from you Raven,' April promised. 'Promise?' I asked smiling. 'I promise,' April said raising her pinky finger and pouting like a child. We both laughed happily and hugged again. April pulled out of our embrace and got the powder from the vanity table. 'Now let us put powder on those tears paths before Emma cuts off my head for making you cry. Goddess knows you cried enough this morning when you and mum decided to do the tears match. So my dear Luna promise me that no more emotional stuff that will make you cry,' April said rushing every word as she amended my makeup.

Karen hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Minx. I misspoke. It won't happen again. Please don't take it to heart." "Get lost!" Donnie unceremoniously pushed Karen away. Her slender waist hit the corner of the coffee table, and sharp pain immediately surged through her. She didn't dare to make a sound and obediently nodded in response. "Yes, I'll leave right now." Donnie didn't even spare her a glance. The ringing phone on the coffee table caught his attention. He looked at the caller ID and his expression immediately changed. He answered the phone with a completely different expression, full of eagerness to please. "Mr. Winston, what can I do for you?"

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”

“Oh, that’s new. Wilbet only ever buys you ugly tulips. These are…” She plucked a rose, pressing her nose against it. “... expensive.” “Must be from the club committee,” I said quickly. “We’re hosting a fundraiser next week.” Cass gave a low, amused laugh. “Club committee? You sure it’s not someone who’s actually seen you smile?” I shot her a look. “Oh, don’t play coy or dumb with me, Aziza. You and I both know these aren’t from Wilbet. These are from someone. Dare I say... special?

Once, at a family gathering, Marco announced in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved most, and so I would be the one and only Donna in the family. He would also introduce me to others at various social events, showing off how wonderful I was. Thinking back on all the good things he had done in the past, I calmly stood up. I didn't even have the slightest urge to read the comments. Before, when I saw posts like these, I would throw fits, demand an explanation from Marco, and make up every excuse for him.

“It’ll get wet. You just bandaged it. Why can’t we return to Carolyn and Neil? We still don’t know if they’re alright. I’m sure Carolyn shares my concerns. April said. She felt guilty, because she’d come here to be Carolyn’s bridesmaid, not playing hide-and-seek with the Best Man. What must her business partner be thinking of her? Or anyone else, for that matter? April thought of Beatrice and closed her eyes. “No one’s injured. They called the evening when the electricity wouldn’t return. They want to rest tonight after this. Neil called me to check in earlier.” Damien straightened several strands of her blonde hair over her shoulder. It’s the first time she realized her hair had fallen out