Donovan Lamb Novels & Stories

I dropped the wooden bucket into the well, the rope spinning through my palms until the splash echoed from the dark bottom. Donovan was standing ten feet away, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He wasn't watching the road. He was watching me. When I pulled the rope back up, the wood bucket dripping water onto the dirt, he didn't try to take it from me. He just stood there, his face hard, his shoulders hunched against the biting wind. “Rylan wants to see you,” Donovan said.

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

Donovan ran his hand through his hair. Naomi felt like a setup to him. How come she only came when he was about to get married? Why didn't she come to him all these while but only decided to show up on the day of his wedding? “I can only remember one woman that badly wants me and Jasmine to separate.” He growled lowly, anger developing. The alcohol in his system was long gone by now. He picked up his car key and walked to the garage where numerous cars sat. Ranging from sports cars to expensive mobile cars. Donovan loves cars hence he invested in them, especially in sports cars.

Then, three months later, I was working a late shift when a few guys from a rival family cornered me. They thought I was just some girl he was screwing, a way to humiliate the new boss on the block. Damon came. This time, he was no gentleman. He was a demon straight from hell. No words, no negotiation. Just violence. I watched him snap the leader's arm with his bare hands. After a bloody fight, we escaped. That night, he threw me, still shaking, into his sports car. He pushed the car to 120 mph. The roar of the engine drowned out my screams.

“They didn’t grow up together. There’s nothing weird about it.” “Okay, don’t get defensive,” Zara says. My mind races as they talk. Could that happen to my child? That’d be disturbing. It’s a one-in-a-million chance, but still. He’s the first donor I’ve liked—I want to stick with him. There’s no way my kid will meet their sibling, right? “Let’s begin the paperwork,” Harriet announces, interrupting my thoughts as she reenters. “We’re going with Donor 3757, correct?” I nod, glancing at her, then him. One in a million, but—

Prickling sensation shot up his spine as the driver went speechless after Leonard's unexpectedly uttered words, staring at the arrogant bad boy from the rearview mirror he could see the resemblance the boy named Leonard shared with his father, the infamous owner of the Donovan academy and Donovan corporation, "Fuck." he cursed at his unlucky fate, who would have thought the arrogant brat would turn out to be Donovan's son? , he was beyond terrified with the idea of getting fired after today or worse being beaten to death by the Donavan gang for his rude behavior towards one of the heirs to the Donavan Empire. Mr. Richard Donavan the owner and founder of the Donavan corporation was famously k

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”