Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

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

“I’ll do it.” After Sky’s voice fell, a person stepped out from the crowd. It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s. He wore a black suit and did not look like a martial artist. Instead, he had the appearance of a successful businessman. It was none other than Donovan. Donovan inherited Winston’s True Energy and had become an eighth-ranked grandmaster. He had been tormented since his one-sided defeat at the hands of Tobias. After Tobias died, he never found the chance to prove his strength or bring glory to the Blithes.

The blade was chipped and uneven, nicked from years of use. Behind him, a lamb's head sat steaming in a pot with its back turned toward me. Through the haze of steam, I could still make out patches of black wool that hadn't been properly cleaned away. I forced a smile. "Black lamb's expensive, Daniel. You're treating me to the good stuff." Specks of blood dotted Daniel's face. His hands and cleaver were covered in it. Even his clothes looked soaked in dark red stains. At my words, he broke into a grin.

Donovan added fuel to the fire. David merely barked in a low voice. "Stand aside." Donovan was afraid of his brother-in-law, so he obediently stepped aside. David did not even look at Yuna. He asked Mayson, "Mr. Mills, what did Donovan do to be kicked out of the team?" "Mr. Kirk, about this–"

Donovan teased as I smiled. The stares returned. “Who is that talking to Donovan? She seems important,” someone said. “Yeah. Mr Smith doesn’t associate with just anyone in public. This is a first. Now I’m curious about who she is,” another replied. Donovan Smith was the former senior director of a huge fashion house here in Greenville. Although now retired, his opinions were highly valued and he was still seen as an icon. During his prime, he had won the Avery Contour Award three consecutive times.

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

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."

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

◇DON POV◇ I planned a surprising trip for us, I already knew that lamb met damien, but I didn't understood why she hided about that matter with me I thought she'll say to me but she didn't said, I know very well that she can handle anything, but for me she is still a little lamb according to me no matter what I wont let that guy to approach my little lamb, we had dinner peacefully, she is watching the sea and sky while sitting on my lap