Donovan Black Novels & Stories

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

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

Keid stood and walked after him. “I am still speaking to you!” She snapped and followed him. “I am not ready to get married, woman!” Donovan turned to her suddenly. Harsh breath left his nostrils and mouth, he frowned deeply as he looked at her. Mrs. Keid flinched when he turned to her and yelled, she knew he was a package filled with anger but it had never gotten to this point. Donovan turned to one of the wardrobes which was filled with clothes, he slid his hand through the well-folded clothes and picked out a black shirt.

Donovan’s anger is cold and steady; his hunt for the traitor is not a burst of fury but a calculated tightening of the noose. I lean against a cold stone pillar, hidden in the shadows, and my mind drifts to Damien. His decline into chaos is a stark contrast to Donovan’s cold control. Damien has become unpredictable—a storm of rage and sorrow. I remember a time when his eyes shone with purpose. Now they are dull and haunted, as if each drink steals a little more of him. I recall a recent night when I heard the crash of shattered glass in his private chambers. I crept near the door, heart pounding, and heard his voice—harsh, slurred, lashing out at someone who dared come too close. I had to hi

"This face… It's exactly the same as mine when I was young," Mrs. Blake said. Mr. Blake and Mrs. Blake hurried over, trying to help me up from where I was being held down. Julia rushed over and quickly spoke up. "Mrs. Blake, please don't fall for her act. She's an expert at pretending to be pitiful. "This shameless woman is Mr. Donovan's ex-wife. She cheated on him with a driver during their marriage and got pregnant. She even blackmailed Mr. Donovan into paying an outrageous divorce settlement. She has no shame at all!"

This is the only way Don Black would give an appointment to see you because, as we speak, he's on his way overseas. My anger boiled as I realized we had been tricked. We could walk away now and no one would be hurt but I didn’t think Gio would want that. "You could trick him again. How can you be sure Don Black would show his face next time?" I asked him. Santiago smiled at me. "Don't forget that Don Dawson never booked an appointment. This is an invasion of privacy, but Don Black is kind enough to make an exception because he needs something from Don Dawson too." Things were getting out of hand and I felt like a traitor for not having told Gio about the depth of my involvement but I feared

He looked terrible. Unshaven. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled suit. The once‑powerful Don now looked like a homeless man. “Valentina,” he said. His voice was barely there. I glanced up. Then back at my papers. “Please sit, Don De Luca,” Vincent said, gesturing to the chair across from me. Alessandro didn’t sit. He walked straight to me. “Valentina. I need to talk to you. Alone.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.”

Kimberly finishes, startling me with her sudden reanimation. Davon turns to her, leaving me to stare at his back. His broad shoulders look tense, telling me that my words had some affect. I wonder if I’ve hurt him? The thought is like barb wire around my heart, trapping me in regret even as reason tells me I should have none. I’m not wrong and he needs to know that, whether it hurts him or not. “It can’t be remedied,” he tells her, stepping closer to the angry young woman, “Now, it’s time for my payment.”

"Now, without further ado, let's announce the shortlisted candidates: Michael Hall, Tiffany Good,... The announcer's voice faded out, and I forced myself to stare straight ahead at the screen. Ria rubbed my back while Kai and his brothers exchanged glances. My breath hitched when Donovan casually glided down the ramp towards the stage, his cheeks fat with excitement. He wore a black suit and tie that looked professional. The fires of hate ignited and consumed me in their blaze. I clenched my jaw tight enough to hear a crackle, and my fists balled tightly to restrain the urge to launch up from my seat and strangle the son of a bitch. As soon as Donovan stepped on the stage, he scanned the cro