Donovan Black Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

I stared at the screen for a while, nothing interested me. "Hey." I turned sideways to see Devin standing by my side. He's on his usual black hoodie and black trouser. He seems to love black more than anyone I have ever met. It takes a second to realize his bruises are healing too, he doesn't look that bad. "Hi," I managed to reply, not wanting to make a fool of myself by staring hard. You don't get it, Devin just has this aura, and his cologne too. Reminds me that I forgot to wear some before leaving the house. He looks around too before he finally asks.

~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."

His reign of darkness was far from over, and he would savor every victory, every moment of his triumphant ascent. The next day, Donovan sat in the meeting room, surrounded by the council members of the Black Pearl Pack. His son, Dante, was conspicuously absent, occupied with his responsibilities as the CEO of their family's company. Donovan tried to focus on the discussions at hand, but he couldn't escape the teasing remarks and knowing glances exchanged by the other pack members.

“So what do you hope to gain from being here with us?” “I feel like there’s a disconnect between my mind and body right now. I don’t know if you can tell but I work out a lot,” Iris definitely could tell by his incredibly prominent muscles under his shirt. “And I had a pretty bad knee injury ten years ago playing football and it’s been acting up again.” Donovan was telling the truth. Once upon a time he had been on the track to an NFL career, but a bad injury in college took that away. He didn’t have much of a fall back which was probably why he now did odd jobs and was paid to sleep with beautiful women.

Hell, Amber herself had masturbated to his pictures many times before she ever set foot into his penthouse and got to experience the real fucking thing. “I’m Grayson Godwin. Thanks for you and your family helping my friend Leo. I greatly appreciate it. And if there is anything I can do for you in return, please let me know.” Donovan was easy on the eyes himself and had a nice collection of muscles peeking out his t-shirt. His blond curly hair skimmed his shoulders and his eyes were grey that pretty kind rarely achieved naturally, but often through contacts. He also had impressive teeth for someone born in a ghetto with limited access to dentists.

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to shot him . After all , I need to be sure that you are courageous enough to shot at someone . “ s