Donovan Black Novels & Stories

His reign of darkness was far from over, and he would savor every victory, every moment of his triumphant ascent. The next day, Donovan sat in the meeting room, surrounded by the council members of the Black Pearl Pack. His son, Dante, was conspicuously absent, occupied with his responsibilities as the CEO of their family's company. Donovan tried to focus on the discussions at hand, but he couldn't escape the teasing remarks and knowing glances exchanged by the other pack members.

“So what do you hope to gain from being here with us?” “I feel like there’s a disconnect between my mind and body right now. I don’t know if you can tell but I work out a lot,” Iris definitely could tell by his incredibly prominent muscles under his shirt. “And I had a pretty bad knee injury ten years ago playing football and it’s been acting up again.” Donovan was telling the truth. Once upon a time he had been on the track to an NFL career, but a bad injury in college took that away. He didn’t have much of a fall back which was probably why he now did odd jobs and was paid to sleep with beautiful women.

Hell, Amber herself had masturbated to his pictures many times before she ever set foot into his penthouse and got to experience the real fucking thing. “I’m Grayson Godwin. Thanks for you and your family helping my friend Leo. I greatly appreciate it. And if there is anything I can do for you in return, please let me know.” Donovan was easy on the eyes himself and had a nice collection of muscles peeking out his t-shirt. His blond curly hair skimmed his shoulders and his eyes were grey that pretty kind rarely achieved naturally, but often through contacts. He also had impressive teeth for someone born in a ghetto with limited access to dentists.

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to shot him . After all , I need to be sure that you are courageous enough to shot at someone . “ s

I jerked when a masculine voice murmured close to my ears. “Get away from me,” I whispered back, making sure to remain inaudible to the other occupants in the room. I made an expensive mistake getting tangled in the sheets with Donovan, and that burden follows me everywhere I go. Donovan uses every opportunity to remind me of the ordeal, threatening me about spilling it to Draven at every opportunity he gets. He has blackmailed me into bed with him using the tactics because he knows that if there’s one thing Draven hates, it is sharing his women. But I have every reason to believe Draven already found out. Donovan gave me a mocking smile, shook his head, and put distance between us. Much to

I was heavily drugged! “Wh-why are you doing this to…me?” I picked my words from my head with great difficulty. Even speaking was hard! “You see, that man Donovan for some reason seems to adore you. I don’t know what it is but I’m sure it isn’t because you’re his supposed surrogate. You may not know this but that man doesn’t spare anyone. Once you’re on his blacklist, you’re as good as dead…but surprisingly here I am. All thanks to you”

Donovan smirks, leaning against the railing as he says, “Me! You know, you really should’ve killed me when you had the chance to, Xavier. I can promise you one thing, you will not make it out alive tonight.” Donovan’s voice dropped on the last sentence and for the first time in my life, my father looks scared. Donovan shifts into his wolf and jumps from the second floor down to Xavier. I’m caught off guard by how similar Donovan’s wolf looks to mine. It’s a giant black wolf and the main difference is that his has silver streaks throughout it. As Donovan is mid-air, I hear the cracking of bones as Xavier shifts into his wolf as well. I follow suit, my wolf, Hunter, is itching to get out.

Prickling sensation shot up his spine as the driver went speechless after Leonard's unexpectedly uttered words, staring at the arrogant bad boy from the rearview mirror he could see the resemblance the boy named Leonard shared with his father, the infamous owner of the Donovan academy and Donovan corporation, "Fuck." he cursed at his unlucky fate, who would have thought the arrogant brat would turn out to be Donovan's son? , he was beyond terrified with the idea of getting fired after today or worse being beaten to death by the Donavan gang for his rude behavior towards one of the heirs to the Donavan Empire. Mr. Richard Donavan the owner and founder of the Donavan corporation was famously k

Black The Origin Chapter 29: Betrayal(3) "Good Job." It was Viola Berhalksawn patting the shoulders of Nerom. Nerom was silent as he walks past Viola. "I heard that Kid was your disciple." He added that makes Nerom's top. "What about it?" He asked in ac old manner. "How harsh of you to wound an eye of a swordsman ." He said and Nerom was silent. "You didn't know anything..." He whispered as he walks past Viola.

"He will take the warehouse. He will take this house. And then he will come back for you. I didn't let them tear the flesh from my bones just to hand you over to him the next morning." He looked up at Darius, who was watching his boss with a mixture of horror and profound respect. "Darius. Call the tailor. Tell him I need my black wool suit pressed. The heavy one." Frank’s grip on my shoulder tightened, his gaze dropping back to mine. "It absorbs the blood better. They can't see me bleed, Jane. Not a single drop." The reality of our situation settled over the room like a suffocating fog. The domestic battle with his mother was over, but the true war for the Costello empire had just begun.