Donovan Black Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

His eyes are full of anger as he says, “You’re not right now, but trust me when I tell you that I will have you begging on your knees for me in no time. This game you keep playing and how you show your true colors… I know who you are, Penelope and I know that you can handle everything I have to give you and more. Just you wait. The moment that Donovan tosses you to the side, I will be ready and waiting.” I turn around and walk up the stairs, and head straight to my room. I refuse to entertain Gamma Black and his words anymore. He won’t get me in his clutches again. Donovan wants me. I know he does. And if for some reason he changes his mind, then... I'll just run away and become a rogue! It

"The fucking plan has already gone wrong, and I can't do anything" Donovan opens his door and gets out of the car, which is considerably tall. He walks around the car and stops in front of Kisha's door. He opens it and signals to get out, but before completing it, he grabs her hair and pulls her out of the vehicle. With the force involved, she falls to the ground. I even shrink against the bench when I see Kisha there, looking as vulnerable as I am. "Fuck the plan" Damon Donovan mutters. He adjusts his jacket and takes a deep breath, returning to his calm position.

It's only once the adrenaline wears off and Serena is calmer that I notice how bad Donovan is. He has lost a significant amount of weight. His clothes are far too loose, and his face is gaunt under the bruising. His eye is practically swollen shut, and an X-ray showed that both ulnas in his arms have been repeatedly broken. Obvious signs of defensive injuries, trying to protect himself from a beating. "Goddess have mercy". I turn and see Connor in the doorway. Liam came in behind him and just froze. I speak just above a whisper. "Connor. What's his colour?".

The doors opened before I could respond. The room was set up like an old gentleman's club, all dark wood and leather chairs. Vittorio Santoro sat at the head of the table like he owned it. Maybe he thought he did. Gray streaked his dark hair but he still looked solid and dangerous. His oldest son Nico stood behind him with arms crossed, the kind of man who enjoyed violence for its own sake.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

If he can reconcile his past with a more compassionate perspective, it might lead to a shift in the dynamics here. I hold on to this new piece of information, hoping it might serve as leverage or at least give me a better understanding of how to navigate my situation. The knowledge that Donovan’s actions are fueled by deep-seated pain and prejudice complicates the situation, but it also presents a potential avenue for empathy and negotiation. For now, I remain vigilant, waiting for the opportunity to use this understanding to my advantage. •••

They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down. “1…” Momo whispered in my ear. He was intelligent and loved counting gifts, but he had never once counted without a reason. Was it Pastor Timothy? “2…” His voice came again, this time deeper. I wanted to gaze at him, but the sound of concrete crumbling made me lose focus. Anderson was out also, and his broken bones had been amended. He was barely standing, his back lowered to the ground like he was going to crash. “This isn’t good, Pope Timothy; the girl has also recovered.” A man said, brandishing his pocket knife.

My voice broke as his eyes finally shifted to me. Without a word, he grabbed my arm, gentler than he had been with them, but still firm enough that I knew resistance wasn’t an option, and dragged me through the stunned crowd. The night air hit me like a slap as we pushed through the bar’s doors. A sleek black car idled at the curb, its headlights on like the owner had dashed out of it. And the owner was none other than… “Get in,” Roman ordered, his deep voice leaving no room for argument.

"And the Blackthorne bloodline has always been her chosen instrument of justice." Diamond stirred within me, her satisfaction radiating through every fibre of my being. —They understand now. They see what we truly are.— Lord Donovan was on his knees, his body shaking as he stared at his empty hands. Without his wolf, he was nothing more than a broken old man, stripped of the power he had used to terrorise others for decades. "Please," he whispered, reaching toward me with trembling fingers. "Give it back. I'll tell you anything you want to know."