Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

Donovan's pride, wounded by their defiance, refused to accept a reality where his power and influence were diminished. As he settled into his bedroom, Donovan's thoughts drifted back to Anna White, the rankless mate of his son, Dante. Memories of the past flooded his mind, images of the torment he had inflicted upon her. He recalled the countless hours spent devising ways to hurt her, to break her spirit. There was no room for guilt within Donovan's heart, only a steadfast belief that his actions were justified.

Donnovan yelled at her. “Because I knew you were going to be like this. I don’t want to have problems with you. I just wanted to help me but if you want to think I just want to betray you it’s okay, it’s okay with me! I should’ve known better. All men are like this when they see themselves such vulnerable creatures.” Donnovan led one of his hands to his messy hair, he didn’t know what to think, he hated the fact if she went away, he was going to have nothing.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

Devon asked curiously, as he walked back to his chair. Devon Donovan, the legendary name of the Donovan family, was famous in both the human world and the supernatural world. He was known in the business world as a tycoon, however many weren’t opportune to see him. He ran his business behind the scene, his Beta and Gamma handled His business. Devon was known to be predominant in the human world. He is the leader of the blue moon pack. However, his brother and rival Liam were known for his cruelty both in the human and supernatural world.

“Uhm...” Everyone froze. Donovan’s actions were quite embarrassing. He was drenched in blood, his nose was crooked, and two of his front teeth were also knocked out. He looked terrible as if his image of being the first prodigy to emerge in ten thousand years was no more. Even the members of the Plenilune sect gasped in shock. ‘What happened back there?’ ‘Was that cruel man injured that badly?’

I said. “Oh, so he’s an athlete. What position does he play.” “Danny’s a quarterback. He just earned a starting position on the team.” “I’m sure you’re proud of him.” “I sure am,” I shrugged. “He can be a pain in the ass though.” “I think you just described all younger siblings,” she replied with a smirk. “Right. I remember you live to terrorize, Adriano,” I said. “He hates it, but that only serves as motivation for me to keep being a pain in his ass.”

I knew he was always going to be that fire that I will gladly be consumed in. I thought of how many troubles we have been together and the years we have spent apart. I can't believe this whole dumb idea came from me. I heard a car horn from outside my apartment as I worked to the window to go see who it was. The driver came down from the car and I recognized him as one of Damian's drivers. He was the same man that drove me to the Damian house the first night after the first time that we met. I opened the door and went outside looking at the brand new white Lamborghini Veneno he drove in. He came down handling the keys

WILBET — POV Every man has his price mine thirty Million dollars And how do I intend on doing that Well it's very easy honestly See, I’m not some monster—I’m a product of my upbringing. I was raised to believe I deserved the finer things in life. Private schools. Tailored suits. Cuban cigars before I was legally allowed to smoke. I used to think wealth was a birthright, not something you worked for. But when you live like that without a plan? Without a fallback?

It’s a revelation that adds a new layer to the complex web of emotions and motivations driving him. “I’m sorry,” I say softly, trying to convey my empathy despite the situation. “That’s awful. I can’t even imagine what you went through.” Donovan’s expression darkens. “You think I’m overreacting? You think I’m too harsh? It’s not just about the job for me. It’s about avenging my parents. It’s about ensuring that no one else suffers like they did.” His voice trembles with suppressed rage. “When I joined the hunters, it was to make sure that no one else has to experience the kind of horror I went through. It’s not just about capturing werewolves—it’s about preventing another tragedy like mine.”

“No-one followed me here! No-one else knows about this.” “I don’t care boy! Give me what I want and leave! Tell that father of yours that I will not be merciful if he attempts to attack my home,” the voice responded. “Yeah right! You clearly don’t know what Krallion is capable of! It took a year to take him down,” Donovan educated the man. “That beast is still not a match for my powers,” the voice replied confidently. Donovan rolled his eyes once more. “Whatever old man.” “LEAVE!” the voice shouted.