Novelas y relatos de Donovan

“I also wanted to check in on you. You’ve been keeping to yourself since you moved in here. That is not good for you. You barely went out once and then locked yourself all over again.” I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “I’m not exactly welcomed here, Evelyn. It is not something that I can just easily ignore and roam around without thinking about.” She frowned. “That’s not true.” I arched a brow. “Isn’t it? You know how things are here. You know how everyone is just looking at me as if I’m some kind of outsider.” She sighed, folding her arms. “Damon is…” She hesitated. “Complicated. He's just trying to adjust to how things are. It's not going to be easy for him to simply accept things

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

LIA'S STEPMOTHER “You got my note,” he says. “I read it,” I reply. His mouth twitches. We sit across from each other at the table. No small talk. “You shouldn’t have passed it on,” he says. “That makes you visible.” “You shouldn’t have sent it,” I say. “You know what happens if the dons hear this,” he says. “They won’t ask who told them.” “And you think they’ll spare you?” I ask calmly. “You’re the one who knows first.”

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

Luca’s POV The chamber’s walls trembled with the distant shockwaves of the Nevada test shot, dust sifting from the ceiling like gray snow. Viktor’s men had us boxed in—twenty Bratva soldiers, rifles trained, the bear himself blocking the only exit. Sofia stood beside him now, wrists uncuffed, her expression a mask of calculated calm. The kill switch in my hands beeped faster—red light pulsing like a dying heart. Dante and Rocco pressed against me on either side, their bodies heat and muscle, a living shield. The erotic tension between us three hadn’t faded; if anything, the threat of annihilation sharpened it into something desperate, almost feral.

"Once the process begins, the name Elena Moretti ceases to exist. You’ll lose all protection from the Moretti family. You won’t even have a legal ID to your name." "I’m certain." As I stepped out of the bar, the massive LED screens in Times Square were tirelessly looping a proposal montage that had every woman in America swooning. The man in the video was the current Don of the Moretti family: Dante Moretti. Dressed in a bespoke suit, those hands—the same ones that had pulled triggers countless times and held the power of life and death over the East Coast—were now trembling slightly as they held a massive pink diamond.

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 fuc

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

He shrugged, waving her off before turning to Trevor. "Trevor Saint Williamson, is that your name?" Doctor Greg asked. Trevor nodded. "You see, you are an incredible human; if there's something I wish for about you, it's to know how you got here; I mean this city, not the God damn story of you being raised by one foster mum and there's no doubt your father is still alive. He's in a secret lab, and the DNA shows that." Trevor furrowed his brow and attempted to sit up straight while acting as though his hand was still tied to the gurney.

They waited for Auclairs with bated breathe to bless these outskirts with their presence. Donavan kept quiet, smoking his third cigarette of the day, crushing it under his shoe before lighting another one. Mortico, his second man after Ron, appreciated Don's calm, his great dedication towards his duties. A man must not let his personal life afflict upon his business, and for that Donavan was highly regarded, not only amongst his family but his businesses. His men although had felt weak from within, shocked upon the revealation of their donna, when they met with the brawn determination in Don's eyes, they felt strengthened. If the affected man himself could portray such extent of vigor, so co