Donovan Black Novels & Stories

The sleek black car stopped in front of the famous VIP club bar in the city. As the driver got out, Denovon stepped down, fixing the buttons on his shirt and adjusting his sleeves. His face was cold and serious—as usual. "Drive the car back," he said to the driver. "Yes, sir," the man replied with a nod before driving off. Denovon headed inside with heavy steps. Every step was confident, sharp, and full of purpose. Anyone who saw him would think he was walking into a battlefield, not a bar.

I believe in him. “Please tell me you got drunk at a bar, and the father is a stranger.” “No, my hoe days passed in college,” I tell him. “Unfortunate...so it’s definitely Xoi, he’s going to be in our lives forever?” he sounds pretty hopeless. “Oni Chan, I need your support.” He sighs. “Okay, fine, I’ll support you; I haven’t killed him in two years; what’s sixty-five more?” he says. I laugh.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

The waitresses quickly took Dohana to her table and in just a few minutes, Donovan arrived and joined her. Donovan had just come from a meeting at work, so he was well dressed with a black business suit, looking handsome and manly. "Dohana," Donovan said with a warm smile, his heart skipping as he stared at her gorgeous yellow long bodycon dress, looking all elegant and ready to mingle. "Donovan," Dohana said as she nodded in approval of his stylish look. "You look handsome." Donovan blushed and took the opportunity to sit down with a straight face. "Dohana, please don't flirt. Like I said, I like you but you're my friends girlfriend… I mean wife-to-"

But people who would think twice before wasting their lives with deaths on their shoulders. Donovan was a madman who didn't know what to do with his life, after hearing a no. And he had involved the damn brother in this whole shit. The brother who had just got a job at the BDSM club to have women at ease to torture, and pretend he was just teaching the roughest and most sadistic side of the thing. The brother who took pleasure in hurting Rebecca and curing her, just to have the chance to do that again.

“Come on, they were not many years!” Sonia looked at Donnovan's face and said, with intense curiosity. “I don't think so! You had a life with her." Donnovan vigorously squeezed Rebecca's hand, and then said, "Don't test me, I Donnovan Osara will only love one woman in this world. No one else, okay?" "Oh, I don't quite believe that. Who’s that woman?" Rebecca smiled as her fingers circled around the table. "I don't like women who have been touched." Donnovan continued remembering his ex-wife had a son with... God's knows who the father was.

Black stated dangerously – causing her to look at him with her eyes wide. “H-How… H-How…” She was confused – that she couldn’t even complete the sentence that she wanted to ask them. She licked her lower lip – as if she could find the right words. But Mr. Black continued his words – when he realized what she wanted to ask her. “Donovan… He is a former member of a nearby pack, Leila.” Mr. Black finally revealed. Her breathing hitched – as she took a gasp. Too much information was clouding her mind.

It was clear from his expression that he wasn’t even a bit remorseful of his actions. “Y-You know what I should have done...I should have fu*ked her rough with my dick” Placebo snapped while snickering and immediately Quisito’s palms clenched into a fist. “DO IT” the Don’s command pierced through the air and the next second, his men took out their daggers, stepped forward and dragged their weapon on Placebo’s writhing body.

I said. Donovan began to laugh loudly, “You can't imprison me!! I'm Donovan, like it or not I'm still the alpha's advisor.” “Previous advisor! And don't forget you had to blackmail your way there.” I slammed my fist on the table as I yelled, my fury reaching a tipping point.

he deadpanned. Donovan and our father always seemed to be at odds with one another, but at the end of the day, we all still cared about the old man, no matter how rough it got. Donavan grinned, his drunken charm evident even in the most serious of situations. Crystal blue eyes were the gifts of the Sullivan gene. But unlike me, Donovan's hair was Auburn in colour, just like our mother's while mine was black as night. “Good to know. We still need him around to keep you in line.” he turned to me.