Novel & Cerita Donovan

Darius waved for her to move closer to him seated behind the dark brown and white mahogany desk. “You called for me sir.” Alina said, her tone clipped and formal. She always talked formally to Darius, despite his instructions that she was a special exception. Alina was his goddaughter and he wanted her to treat him more like a father than a boss, which she just couldn’t bring herself to. Darius Andersen was Florida's Mafia Don. The biggest and most feared in America. “I see you've taken care of the senator.” Darius nods towards her dirty self. Not like he particularly cared about appearance. The only thing he cares enough about is that the job gets done. Something Karl couldn't do, apparentl

I screamed, my voice hoarse from screaming into a gloved hand. Donovan didn’t answer. He stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping from his nose and knuckles onto the concrete. His eyes were wild, unfocused, like he wasn’t seeing me. Like he was seeing red. One of his men stepped forward, hand reaching for him. “Sir, we should get you—” “Get away from me,” Donovan snarled, and the man stopped dead. He looked at me then. Really looked. His face changed. Just slightly. The rage didn’t leave, but something else cut through it. Guilt. Fear. Something that looked a lot like regret.

“Uhm...” Everyone froze. Donovan’s actions were quite embarrassing. He was drenched in blood, his nose was crooked, and two of his front teeth were also knocked out. He looked terrible as if his image of being the first prodigy to emerge in ten thousand years was no more. Even the members of the Plenilune sect gasped in shock. ‘What happened back there?’ ‘Was that cruel man injured that badly?’

Donovan said, "I'm a regular here. So, I know your menus, let's order, shall we?" Dohana nodded, "anything you'll have, I'll have." While Donovan ordered, Dohana took the opportunity to text Tiffany. Dohana: hey Tiff, did you get to leak my date with Donovan to Luke? Tiffany: gurl he was pretty mad, I'm definitely sure he got to him, just wait for the drama Dohana: gurl thanks, our date just started Ugh! Ugh! Donovan cleared his throat. "You seem distracted there-" "Oh! it's nothing, just replying a text." Dohana sat up straight and offered a smile.

"Shut up, si, puttana?" I nodded, falling silent, before the ping sound of Candy Crush reverberated through the car. "Hey, Alessandro?" I asked nervously. It wasn't my fault I was suddenly talkative, okay? I wanted to bite my tongue off, but I just couldn’t shut up for some reason. "What level are you on?" The other man chuckled deeply at that. "Oh, I hope Don keeps her. She's fun." "Who's Don?" I asked. "Seven eighty-three." Alessandro said.

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

Valerian had never been a man easily unsettled. His world had always been shaped by discipline, control, and a sense of calculated detachment. He could endure silence for days and had built emotional fortresses high enough to keep even his own grief from leaking out. But ever since Nivera had entered his life, those walls had begun to fracture in places he never anticipated.

"This is hideous" I scoffed. "Aren't you hideous?" I asked him. He wanted to say something nasty to me, but he stopped when his eyes landed on Donavon. "You're..." he trailed off waiting for Donavon to complete his words. "Hi, I'm Donavon MacMillan, Daphne's mate" Dante stared at Donavon for a few seconds, then burst into fits of laughter amidst series of cough, he held his stomach as he tried to keep on laughing.

Since then, Beckham still has the grudges of Donovan on his mind for always standing in his way which was the reason why he had decided to bring down the RK Mafia names by doing all he can to kill him. All he wanted was to have such a position and powers that he have so he was certain that he would be able to get everything by approaching Clara and working with her. Donovan on the other hand do have a family but they were nothing like Him a Mafia. They were just these business partners who managed their company. Donovan's father was WILSON. A popular business man with five wives and ten childrens.

Davien’s P.O.V Donovan Griffins and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. I cannot exactly recall how we got about to befriending each other, but let’s just say that man had been the persistent one since day one. While I’m more of a recluse and prefer my own company most of the time, Donovan is more outgoing and quite the womanizer. With his playful ways, I still wonder how he’d even managed to pull through law school and even rise to prominence as one of the most highly decorated divorce lawyers in the country. Who knew that one day his chosen area of expertise would actually come in handy?