Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

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.

But I guess, better numb than petrified and pathetic. We are still locked in a stare down when Donovan returns with a pair of jeans in his hands, he tosses it at Xander who catches it between his teeth, with one last long stare at me, he turns and stalks to probably change. I’m grateful he didn’t change in front of me, wolves and lycans didn’t mind nudity in the least. “You’re really dumb, aren’t you?” Donovan asked, stretching his hand out for me to take. I stared at the hand like he was giving me silver dipped in wolfsbane. He wiggled, telling me to take it he wasn’t going to do anything 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.

” 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?”