Donovan Novels & Stories

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

Donovan told me the next auction will be the first one that he has visited in over 5 years and that he's excited knowing that we will be giving everyone we purchase their freedom. Donovan and I are getting into a good flow of things. I’m happy with him. I never would’ve imagined that things would be as good as they are. He’s still stressed because no attacks have come from the Red River Pack and he is certain that it’s just a matter of time. I know he’s right, but deep down, I hope he is wrong. I want to believe that life will always be good and easy for us. But… I know that’s naïve of me to think that it could be our reality.

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 pe

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

I said. “Oh, so he’s an athlete. What position does he play.” “Danny’s a quarterback. He just earned a starting position on the team.” “I’m sure you’re proud of him.” “I sure am,” I shrugged. “He can be a pain in the ass though.” “I think you just described all younger siblings,” she replied with a smirk. “Right. I remember you live to terrorize, Adriano,” I said. “He hates it, but that only serves as motivation for me to keep being a pain in his ass.”

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 Don