Donovan Black Novels & Stories

I inhaled slowly, controlled, as the judge continued. “Now, with every piece of evidence submitted and every word spoken in this court,” he said, his deep voice echoing through the chamber, “it is the ruling of this court that Evander Black is hereby acquitted of all charges. Furthermore, due to the deliberate and malicious attempt to frame him, I hereby sentence Charles Donovan, son of CEO and ex-Governor Howard Donovan, to twenty years’ imprisonment for murder and falsification of evidence. In addition, the Donovan family will provide full financial restitution for the damages and inconveniences caused to the accused.”

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

I inquired from the man that kept staring at me keenly. If there was any reason whatsoever, then he had to make it plain before everyone. "I meant that, be all know that Donovan loves women. How else can we get to him except sending a lady whom I believe he would be interested in?" The man responded. I gazed at Mr Blackwood to understand how this was going to play out. If they thought I was going to risk my neck just to get them some information then they had another thing coming. "Gentlemen, I sincerely think that we all should calm down. It won't be easy dealing with Donovan especially now that we don't know who he is working with." Mr Blackwood responded.

“You’re stuck in a cold marriage. You get nothing in the end. But I’m offering you a way out. I'm offering you Money, Protection and Freedom.” “I don’t need your money.” He leaned closer. “What about your family’s company? It’s struggling. I could help. I could save it. All I need… is your help.” Kate stared at him. “Why are you really doing this?” Donovan’s voice dropped. “Because William Dray humiliated me once. He Took a deal from right under me, And now, I’m going to take something from him.” “You want to hurt him,” she said. “I want balance. I want us to be even.”

"Whatever it costs." "Yes, Donna." I stood in front of the incubator for a long time, until the next nurse came on shift. When I got back to my room, I had just sat down when the door was kicked open. Four soldatos in black suits stood in the doorway. The one in the lead wouldn't meet my eyes. "Donna, the Don requests your presence in the main hall." "Requests?" "...You must come." Before I could stand, two of them were on me, grabbing my arms.

There is literally no one who would come save me now. Just that moment, my face falls that instant as a black car comes into view, slowing down to pack directly in front of me. When the tinted windows of the car rolls down, the tall frame of a guy sits there like an angel sent by the gods. “Hey.” I sniff back tears, not caring whether he can see how messed up I am right now. All that matters is that at this moment, he is my knight in a shining armour. “Hi.” Donovan.

“I want to know about Tiger's recent mission.” “The Black Tiger?” she raises an eyebrow. “I received a call yesterday evening from a woman named Lisa Gómez, the wife of Liam Davis, the CEO of KG Bank, as in the third-largest financial institution in the country,” starts the mission programmer. “Her husband abuses her at home, and she's pregnant.” My heart aches just by the thought of how frightened the woman must have been when Liam hurt her. She must have had a hard time to protect herself and the baby.

Sofia turned to see a tall, imposing woman with close-cropped silver hair standing outside, an amused smirk on her face. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," the woman said, her voice dry, "we've got work to do." Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his door. "Sofia," he said, "meet Vivian Blackwood. Former CIA operative, current information broker, and the closest thing I have to a fairy godmother." As Sofia stepped out of the car, she felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to dive headfirst into a world of danger and intrigue, with no guarantee of success or survival.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

I don't know how she scored the job at this young age but I respect her. " Come in " She says I straighten my black belt over my short tight blue gown before opening the door. I move in and close the door silently before facing a beautiful woman. " Ms Dove " Ms Brahms calls and smiles. Are you lost ?. Don't worry let me fill you in. Yes my name is callum but my first name Dove. My name is weird because both my first and last name means the same thing. Callum means Dove too. My mum named me by the first bird she saw when she gave birth to me. It means purity.