Donnie X April Novels & Stories

Blood beaded and dripped down his skin. He swept the cardiac monitor off its stand—it crashed against the wall with a deafening bang. Vivienne screamed and ducked behind the sofa. "Get out!" Dante pointed at the door and roared at me. That wasn't a sound a human being makes. It was the howl of something that had shattered inside his chest. "Go find your lover!" "I don't want to see you again!" "Don't ever show your face in front of me!" I crouched down.

He thought my silence was rejection. "Dante—" "When you're ready," he said, and his voice was steady again, controlled, the Don's mask sliding back into place even as his eyes still burned with everything he'd confessed. He released me slowly, gently, and the space between us opened up like a wound. "I'll be here." "Boss." Marco's voice was pained, apologetic, but urgent. "Intercept team's in position. Sophia's convoy is three minutes out." Dante straightened. The shift was brutal in its completeness—the man who'd just laid his soul bare, vanishing behind the Don's cold authority. He turned toward the elevator, his posture already locked into battle mode.

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."

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

His eyes were chillingly dark. "Camilla, look what you've done!" "What did I do?! I'm the future Donna! I was just trying to support you at this event!" "Why are you yelling at me? Are you taking your anger out on me just because that cheap doctor is gone?!" "What kind of dirty secret do you and that Aurora have anyway?" She grew more agitated as she spoke, her words dissolving into sobs. The commotion had attracted the attention of others, who now stared at them with strange expressions.

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.

I had been reborn five years into the past—back to when the world was still whole, and the worst of it hadn't yet been written in stone. I had just arrived back at the fortified estate on the outskirts of the city when the butler approached, holding out a letter. "I have another letter for you, Donna Moretti—it's from Don Moretti. He's currently in Chicalum settling a territory dispute, yet he still finds time to write to you every single day. "You're the envy of the whole famiglia, since Don Moretti treasures you so much, Donna Moretti." I looked at the letter, which read, "To my one and only love," and noticed the sharp and authoritative penmanship, a perfect reflection of Dante Moretti's

Nick asked her, worry etched deeply into his every word. April looked up at him blankly, but she made no move to respond, she just kept looking between us like she was trying her hardest to make sense of everything and clearly making no progress at it. “Let me help,” Xenia got up and made her way over to where Nick was carrying April in his laps and took her hands. She leaned in and whispered something to April and she fell unconscious again. I immediately panicked and so did the others, gasping in horror at the fact that she’d just awoken and now she was out cold again.

“She’s a good one, Sterling. Good one you got there!” “Yes, she is,” I hear a cold voice say from behind me. I know immediately who it is and turn to see Donnie Esposito, clad in a dark suit that says nothing about Christmas, approaching us, a gold pocket watch in his hand. He doesn’t even give me a glance; his eyes are fixed on Leia, who immediately grips my hand tightly. Without a word, Franky makes himself scarce and heads back toward the bar. Donnie stops in front of us, his eyes as cold as the snow outside, his black hair slicked back and wet looking. It may be his party, but I never would have expected to run into the man himself, especially so casually in a one-on-one situation like t

'He wanted to use me again and pretend to be his girlfriend,' the answer appeared in her head in mere seconds. "Who is the client again?" She bravely asked. "Miss Donna, some weird lady in her thirties," he replied fastly. "Miss Donna Taylors?" "Yeah, Donna Taylors! You knew her? Haha, it's so funny. Her name is Donna Taylors. It sounded almost similar to that name Donatella, the turtle from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie," Aaron spoke casually and laughed as if he was chatting with a friend instead of his secretary.