Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

"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.

Donovan finished for him, “Ain't that the truth. I’m telling you, after that viral video of the fight with your cousin and all the drama that went down, everyone wants to see this mystery chick that the two best players at Westbrook are fighting over." My blood went cold just from hearing him say that, comparing me to that slick bastard. "Since when has Noah been getting called that?" "Since he helped us win against the Sharks," Donovan said matter-of-factly. "You know we couldn't have done it without him, dude. I hate to admit it but the guy is a fucking beast on the field." "You know I would've done it if it weren't for my fucked-up leg," I bit out, huffing with frustration.

A Donovan did not fold under pressure. A Donovan struck back, tenfold. He turned to Damien, his voice low but vibrating with venom. “Get her.”

Donovan's life actually offered anything worth rambling about. Lying on the plush bed, I absentmindedly traced the design on the ceiling, piecing together the puzzle I'd cobbled together so far. A basic internet search, my first move, hadn't yielded much. Viktor Donovan, a photographer of modest renown specializing in capturing nature's beauty. A few art galleries had showcased his work with lukewarm sales.

he deadpanned. Donovan and our father always seemed to be at odds with one another, but at the end of the day, we all still cared about the old man, no matter how rough it got. Donavan grinned, his drunken charm evident even in the most serious of situations. Crystal blue eyes were the gifts of the Sullivan gene. But unlike me, Donovan's hair was Auburn in colour, just like our mother's while mine was black as night. “Good to know. We still need him around to keep you in line.” he turned to me.

"And these foreign large diamonds are top-notch. They're absolutely rare treasures that would make many women scream. They complement your unique aura perfectly." Jennifer, however, simply crossed her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, and said casually, "Thank you for the gifts. Now, what's your other purpose?" She had long since detected that there was more to his visit than met the eye. Donovan didn't beat around the bush. He smiled and said, "Jen, you're as sharp as ever, and I admire that. To be frank, I've recently joined Campbell Pharmaceutical as the Product Department Manager." Donovan's excitement was palpable.

It was the last part of the show, and the whole Donovan expected it. “First off, I want to thank everyone for coming here today. I appreciate you all. As you know, Donovan Corporation and Ava Fashion Company has been partners for years, but there’s more.” “Is he going to announce about you and Liam?” Bryce whispered to her. “He is,” Fabe took Liam and went beside the stage. “I’d like to take this opportunity to formally introduce my one and only daughter, Fabe Ava Everette Donovan!” The room was filled with murmurs while applauding for the only heiress of the Donovan.

“As you can see Donovan has been providing income and weaponry to The Rebel’s Creed in exchange for these units. These units were innocent humans sold off to be experimented on by Easton Drew, a doctor who was dismissed for malpractice.” Easton was brought it and Lazarus forced him to explain in grave detail the experiments he conducted. “Donovan experimented on humans and werewolves, selling their organs when they failed to live up to what he desired.” I divulged, squeezing my fist as the hatred boiled in my blood.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

But people who would think twice before wasting their lives with deaths on their shoulders. Donovan was a madman who didn't know what to do with his life, after hearing a no. And he had involved the damn brother in this whole shit. The brother who had just got a job at the BDSM club to have women at ease to torture, and pretend he was just teaching the roughest and most sadistic side of the thing. The brother who took pleasure in hurting Rebecca and curing her, just to have the chance to do that again.