Donovan Black Novels & Stories

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

"How are you feeling?" He's nothing like Damon, and that terrifies me. Donovan steps fully into the room and the morning light from the window catches him properly. I can see him now. Really see him. Tall. Easily six-three. Broad shoulders that fill the doorway but he moves carefully. Deliberately. Like he's aware of his size and trying not to overwhelm the space. Dark hair. Black maybe. Or very dark brown. Cut short but not military. Just practical. His jaw is strong. Sharp lines. Stubble that says he hasn't shaved in a day or two.

"Don Luccasio, hi. I didn't tell anyone about the scandal. I know that would be a death wish, so I only sent the picture to you and no one else. Frank refuses to leave me alone, so I…" The cogs in my brain turned furiously now that I was facing the actual Don, scrambling to churn out ways for me to tell him I didn't want trouble and that I wished to be spared. But George surprised me when he cut me off courteously, "Calm down, child. I swear to God I won't hurt you. I heard about what went down between you and Frank. "Perhaps you and I are on the same side. You know Frank isn't my biological son, and as things were, I've left my business in Armtesia alone for too long. I reached out because

I swallow the words like broken glass. "I'm here because you summoned me. Like a dog." His eyes narrow. "Watch your mouth." "Or what?" I step closer. "You'll ground me? Take away my allowance?" I laugh, and it comes out bitter and cold. "I am the Don now, Father. I give the orders. I make the decisions. Not you." "This family—" "This family is mine. You retired. You handed me the reins. You don't get to grab them back every time you disagree with my choices."

My father died. He left me a contract. A marriage to the Donovans. The Chicago Outfit. He wanted the future Don to protect me. The whole family's power, wrapped around me for life. But on my wedding day to the eldest, Finn… he ran. Took my family housekeeper's daughter with him. His brother, Cillian Donovan, stepped up. He married me instead. Wedding night. I was in the music room. Alone. Playing the cello. A sad song for my father. Cillian kicked the door open. His eyes were bloodshot. Pure jealousy. A sneer on his face. “Does marrying me instead of Finn really hurt you this much?” For the next five years, he brought women home. Different ones. Kissing them in my rose garden. Fucking them i

Donovan said and I ran my hand through my hair. “24 hours, I'm giving you just 24 hours, your time is ticking.” I walked off after that. I could hear him curse as I left. Donovan is a gambling addict, drug dealer and arms dealer. We make sure that his dealings are smooth, no police interference, just smooth dealings. In return, he supplies us with all the arms we need, but I got a tip that he's been working with a different person, and he's trying to ditch us, which is foolish because that is not how this work is done.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Although, Eddie can be crushed like a soup can in Donovan's hands. Donovan is more prominent than his brothers on the broad side. He may look menacing, like a large bear, but the way I see it, he's not scary at all. He's an oversized teddy bear. "He came home late because of his shift at work," He sniffs his plate and moans. "Nothing but a plate of bacon, eggs, sausage, and don't forget waffles to fill up my belly. Oh, speak of the devil, wearing nothing but his Batman briefs. Have respect, man; we have a child and ladies' presents."