Donovan Gordon Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

Moaned simultaneously by the men in the club. Donovan's heart skipped three beats at the same time as he watched her and the reaction that came from the rest of the men. “Are you okay?” Andre asked, noticing the whimpering sound coming from his friend. Donovan said nothing and just took the cup Andre was using, he poured himself a full cup of liquor and gulped it at once. Andre widened his eyes. Donovan was a bad drinker. He doesn't drink alcohol since he could get intoxicated quickly.

Davien’s P.O.V Donovan Griffins and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. I cannot exactly recall how we got about to befriending each other, but let’s just say that man had been the persistent one since day one. While I’m more of a recluse and prefer my own company most of the time, Donovan is more outgoing and quite the womanizer. With his playful ways, I still wonder how he’d even managed to pull through law school and even rise to prominence as one of the most highly decorated divorce lawyers in the country. Who knew that one day his chosen area of expertise would actually come in handy?

~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.

I raised my hand and let them fall, slapping my side and making clap words out from it "I don't see why football is important to history?" I sucked in my lower lips immediately when I saw the unpleasant look on Mr. Caylord's face. For real, I know detention would increase, but maybe I will get to read more on boring football than work. Me. Caylord opened his mouth to talk but closed it back without saying a word. The frown deepened, making me realize how old he is, probably in his late whatever. He moved close to me, nodding like there was something interesting I just said. "You gat this inch!" Nigel interrupted "Don't worry, Devin will come again for-"