Donovan Black Novels & Stories

Donovan said and I ran my hand through my hair. “24 hours, I'm giving you just 24 hours, your time is ticking.” I walked off after that. I could hear him curse as I left. Donovan is a gambling addict, drug dealer and arms dealer. We make sure that his dealings are smooth, no police interference, just smooth dealings. In return, he supplies us with all the arms we need, but I got a tip that he's been working with a different person, and he's trying to ditch us, which is foolish because that is not how this work is done.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

She saw other students moving in and out of their various faculties. As she looked around, Donovan stepped in through the main entrance with his phone over his ear. He was covertly being guarded by a couple of his men. He was dressed in a black shirt and dark blue jeans that emphasized his intimidating frame. A black one hand backpack rested across his back. He ended the call as their eyes rested on each other. She put her phone away and he did the same as he approached her.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, the door to my chambers burst open and Donovan stormed in. Donovan was dressed in all black, from his shirt to his pants. He had on a black leather jacket that hung off his shoulders, revealing the white undershirt he had on. His pants were tight-fitting and made of a sleek material, accentuating his long legs. He had on a pair of black boots that reached just above his ankles, with silver buckles on the side. His hair was slicked back and he had a small smirk on his face, as if he was enjoying my misery. "Well, well, well," he sneered, "Looks like the mighty Alpha is finally feeling the consequences of his actions. How does it feel to have your mate be

Devin’s eyes widened slightly. Because they all knew what that meant. A triple rejection. Rare. Dangerous. Possibly fatal—to the bond… or to her. The silence stretched. Donovan didn’t hesitate. “Fine.” The word dropped like a stone. Evie’s heart stuttered. Damon’s jaw tightened. Devin took a step forward. “Donovan—” “Stay out of it,” Donovan snapped. His eyes locked onto Evie’s. Cold. Unyielding. “I, Donovan, future Alpha of Black Claw,” he began, his voice ringing with authority, “reject—”

The Counterstrike Ava should have been panicking. Any other person would have been crushed under the weight of what Adrian had done. Her company—her legacy—was collapsing right in front of her. Headlines screamed the downfall of Donovan Enterprises as investors pulled out, board members resigned, and stocks nosedived. DONOVAN EMPIRE IN CRISIS – CAN IT SURVIVE? AVA DONOVAN’S FALL FROM POWER – BLACKWOOD WINS AGAIN? Adrian Blackwood had done exactly what he had promised.

All that was going through his mind was about who was brave enough to do this, and he couldn’t help but to bring it down to just one person. Vanessa Blackfield. She’s back once again! “Donovan..” Angelo called after his son, but he shakes his head at him to stop him from doing anything that would attract more attention to him. “Call my lawyers immediately!” Angelo said, before following behind the detectives as they dragged Donovan away. The moment they came outside the restaurant, a swamp of reporters surrounded them, shedding more lights for Donovan to know that this was planned. He couldn’t suspect his father or grandfather being the one to pull such a fast trick on him, because they stil

“Some guy showed up. Said his name was Jesse, Aiden’s assistant. He said he’d just break a finger… but instead, he broke me completely.” “Jesse?” Noeul repeated, frowning. “Yeah. He told me to stay away from Alina. Then beat the crap out of me,” Kelvin said, clenching his jaw. “Said it was a warning.” Donovan’s eyes widened. He walked over slowly, then smacked the back of Kelvin’s head. “Are you insane?” Kelvin winced, jerking away. “Do you even hear yourself?” Donovan snapped. “Do you know who Aiden Blackwood is? He’s not some random guy. That’s Aiden Blackwood. And you picked a fight with his assistant?”

“Uhm...” Everyone froze. Donovan’s actions were quite embarrassing. He was drenched in blood, his nose was crooked, and two of his front teeth were also knocked out. He looked terrible as if his image of being the first prodigy to emerge in ten thousand years was no more. Even the members of the Plenilune sect gasped in shock. ‘What happened back there?’ ‘Was that cruel man injured that badly?’