Donovan Black Novels & Stories

I smirked and gave her a small nod before stepping away to join Donovan. “I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight,” I remarked as we made our way to a quieter corner of the room. “I wouldn’t have missed it,” Donovan said smoothly, signaling a waiter for two glasses of whiskey. “Besides, I hoped to catch you. I knew you’d come in honor of your old man.” I accepted the glass, raising a brow with a knowing smile. “Something on your mind?” Donovan took a measured sip. “You’ve been making waves with the new policies at Blackwood Marketing lately, especially with the Singapore merger. People are talking.”

Brian walked into Ace’s office with a tablet in his hands and looked worried. The light from the tablet shines on his face. “It’s everywhere now,” Brian said. Ace didn’t answer. He held out his hand, took the tablet, and scrolled. Headline after headline filled the screen. Rafael Donovan Claims Control of Blacke Tech. Donovan Announces New Leadership Direction for Tech Giant. CEO Ace Blacke Yet to Comment. Ace set the tablet on the desk. His jaw muscle flexed, then it relaxed. His look was calm but cold. “It took them a few days to push it out to every media outlet,” he said. “That means it was timed. They know what they are doing.”

He paused, “The deed has already been done.” “Hey Kenny,” Donovan said, “Do you think I’m going to make heaven?” he joke. “Your chances are very slim Dony boy.” “Are you up for a sparing partner?” “You want to add to your loosing streak?” “I see you like to toot your own horn Kenny” “I’ll have the car ready in five, bring your attitude.” Donovan laughed following directly behind him. *** KEKURA UNDERGROUND RING Donovan loved his hobbies, especially kick boxing. When he was feeling overwhelmed by work, he would stop by his favorite understand ring. It was owned by his friend, Chad.

"And these foreign large diamonds are top-notch. They're absolutely rare treasures that would make many women scream. They complement your unique aura perfectly." Jennifer, however, simply crossed her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, and said casually, "Thank you for the gifts. Now, what's your other purpose?" She had long since detected that there was more to his visit than met the eye. Donovan didn't beat around the bush. He smiled and said, "Jen, you're as sharp as ever, and I admire that. To be frank, I've recently joined Campbell Pharmaceutical as the Product Department Manager." Donovan's excitement was palpable.

I screamed, my voice hoarse from screaming into a gloved hand. Donovan didn’t answer. He stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping from his nose and knuckles onto the concrete. His eyes were wild, unfocused, like he wasn’t seeing me. Like he was seeing red. One of his men stepped forward, hand reaching for him. “Sir, we should get you—” “Get away from me,” Donovan snarled, and the man stopped dead. He looked at me then. Really looked. His face changed. Just slightly. The rage didn’t leave, but something else cut through it. Guilt. Fear. Something that looked a lot like regret.

He is a nightmare. The king of the underground, They call him Don king. also, a business Mogul on the surface. He got away with anything he does legal or illegal because the Government respect or more like fear him, they stay out of his way. No force team dare to stand in his way down from the cops to the FBI. He is a second God on Earth. But what could such a man be in our conversation. "Huh?" "For Christ’s sake Ava, you are getting married to Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso." Tricia screamed, even I am startled from her outburst, then recover only to remain frozen in place.

It only happens in movies, in stories. How did he... Damn. As I took the stairs to my room, more things flashed through my mind. How his eyes would change colours when he was upset or horny. I have heard rumours of his strength, but none of them sound that inhumane. Then the Heat, the pull I fell towards him. What if it wasn't drugs? What if it was something else? Who is Don Ivan? I have no idea. But one thing was for sure. This isn't just an ordinary Mafia Boss.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?