Donovan Black Novels & Stories

Since then, Beckham still has the grudges of Donovan on his mind for always standing in his way which was the reason why he had decided to bring down the RK Mafia names by doing all he can to kill him. All he wanted was to have such a position and powers that he have so he was certain that he would be able to get everything by approaching Clara and working with her. Donovan on the other hand do have a family but they were nothing like Him a Mafia. They were just these business partners who managed their company. Donovan's father was WILSON. A popular business man with five wives and ten childrens. Donovan was the first son of Wilson. Kelly was the first daughter of Wilson

-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?

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.

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

Jack hadn't given her much information yet, so she decided to do a little research. Evans Chris Donovanera is a former Formula 1 driver in his early twenties. He had abandoned the tracks to dedicate himself to his father, George Banks, in the technological field. In both areas he was the best, always standing out for his intelligence and visionary eye. In less than five years running DonovanEnterprise, his family's private company, he was among the pillars responsible for the New York economy. His photos at the many events he had attended showed a man closed to the world. Her escorts, always famous models or actresses, were a perfect contrast of beauty and exposure. Lora hadn't seen many pic

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