Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

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

The room grew cold, and all the medical staff seemed to look at one another, their faces full of hesitant and yet pitying expressions. Reaching for the bottle of Russo-Baltique Vodka, Senator Landon smiled at Dean's confused expression as he looked from Deacon to him and then back to Deacon, saying firmly, “So your so-called boss that wanted to talk with me is Landon Donovan, and that's why you cornered me and drag me here?!” “Chill,” Landon snapped, glaring at Dean through the corner of his eye. Sighing, Dean let his shoulders sag a bit and crossed his arms on his chest, muttering under his breath, “What do you want from me, Donovan?”

Lucy conceded, her expression serious. She'd been a bit angry about the fact that he wanted me to interview him but she got over that…..I think. "Who exactly is he?" I questioned, sipping on some juice. Lucy gave me an incredulous look as she continued," Your simplicity never really fails to surprise you know." I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue. "Caspian Donovan is the CEO of Donovan enterprises, the most desired bachelor in North America." Lucy said, her eyes dreamy.

At the age of twenty-seven, Dawn Daniels had everything anyone wanted — women, money and power. His father was an infamous mafia don, and it was no surprise that he would inherit the family business after his father died from a heart attack. There was no other family apart from the old don who refused to remarry after Dawn’s mother passed away from childbirth. However, the young don always saw his subordinates as his family. In particular, his father’s advisor had always been a big brother Dawn never had. Ricardo was the last person Dawn expected to betray him. Yet, reality was constantly disappointing him.

"Investigate Donovan Tang. Everything. And be careful—don't let his people catch you." Donovan was the crown jewel of the Tang family, a man whose lineage and power were unmatched in the city. Though he was a soldier by trade, his rebellious nature was legendary; he was a man who had walked away from a guaranteed path to the top of the military to forge his own way in the shadows. To those who truly knew him, he was every bit as terrifying as the "Demon CEO" himself. Yvonne Blue watched Chloe leave, a flicker of feigned sadness crossing her delicate face. She leaned toward Xavier, her voice like silk. "It seems Liam Jr. is incredibly fond of Chloe."

” I throw the car in park and as I open the door, Donovan forces a shift. ‘Donovan, what the fuck?’ ‘You’re acting like a crazed man. You’re a fucking Guardian and you’re acting like an idiot. I’m taking over.’ He grabs the bag out of the car with his teeth and runs back into the packhouse and up the stairs. Lily is holding on to the walls trying to get down the hall. Donovan gently walks up to her, leaning against her as she has a contraction. “Hey Donovan. Did you get tired of Clint acting stupid?”

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I screamed, my voice hoarse from screaming into a gloved hand. Donovan didn’t answer. He stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping from his nose and knuckles onto the concrete. His eyes were wild, unfocused, like he wasn’t seeing me. Like he was seeing red. One of his men stepped forward, hand reaching for him. “Sir, we should get you—” “Get away from me,” Donovan snarled, and the man stopped dead. He looked at me then. Really looked. His face changed. Just slightly. The rage didn’t leave, but something else cut through it. Guilt. Fear. Something that looked a lot like regret.