Donovan Novels & Stories

He paused, “The deed has already been done.” “Hey Kenny,” Donovan said, “Do you think I’m going to make heaven?” he joke. “Your chances are very slim Dony boy.” “Are you up for a sparing partner?” “You want to add to your loosing streak?” “I see you like to toot your own horn Kenny” “I’ll have the car ready in five, bring your attitude.” Donovan laughed following directly behind him. *** KEKURA UNDERGROUND RING Donovan loved his hobbies, especially kick boxing. When he was feeling overwhelmed by work, he would stop by his favorite understand ring. It was owned by his friend, Chad.

Injured. With anger renewed, I turned to Enzo. "I hate it when my men get injured in a fight." I gestured to Antonio, too. "It pisses the hell off of me." "You think..." Enzo grunted in pain, shifting away from me. "I like it?" I badly wanted just to kill Enzo now, but then how would I get to Don? Unfortunately, he was now my only link. "Where is Don?" I asked him. He laughed, but it came out sounding like a cough. "Why... why..."

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

Donovan isn’t as nimble as Andra, so it takes him a minute to correct his direction before he’s after her again. She’s coming to an open field which will give us the advantage if she runs through it. Donovan is the fastest wolf in our pack. Perks of being a Guardian, he can outrun even our Alphas’ wolves. I’m not sure if she wants to test her speed against Donovan or if she thinks she can outrun us, but when she hits the open land, she pushes herself hard, running full out. Donovan doesn’t waste any time making up the lost ground. He’s gaining on her, although not a

“Mr. Donovan, can you confirm that Victor LaSalle orchestrated the capture and torture of Ariana Vanderbilt?” Donovan nodded, his voice steady. “Yes, he did. I was there. I saw everything. Odette had contracted him to do the job”. The defense team, led by a slick attorney named Mark Renner, attempted to undermine Donovan's credibility. “Mr. Donovan, you have a criminal record yourself, do you not?” Donovan's jaw tightened. “Yes, but that doesn't change what I saw.” Renner smirked. “Isn't it possible you're lying to save your own skin?

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Never mind the fact that my girl was gushing over him a few heartbeats ago, but there was just something off about him, and the way Anna seemed to freeze in her spot… It was as though everything he was doing was new! Because one thing was for sure; unless she was bewitched by a sorcerer more than a thousand years old, she would never fall for anyone who was five leagues below her. Yet this man right here was dropping to the 30th. “Don’t get me wrong. I am an Investment Professor. The Donovan’s are known for their historical investments in real estate. Not only that, I have been a fan of Mr Dovovan for a very long time. I just don’t like the fact that you didn’

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.

he continued, as if this were a casual road trip. “I’m your bodyguard now. Better get used to me we’re stuck together.” He smirked. I didn’t. Instead, I pressed my face to the glass, watching the city blur by. Married to the Don. What did that even mean? I only knew his name was Leo. Leo Mancini. Wealthy, dangerous, untouchable. That was all. He was a story, a rumor, a name whispered in places my father told me to avoid. And now… now he was my husband and I was now Nora Mancini, the name felt strange as though it didn’t belong to me because it didn’t.

Elena's breathing exercises. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. It didn't help. Nothing helped when the weight of everything came crashing down. I was going to marry Dante Moretti. The man whose family my father had murdered. The man who'd looked at me tonight with pure hatred burning in his dark eyes. The man who'd wrapped his hands around my throat and made me feel something other than guilt for the first time in five years.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “This wasn't my idea. But I'll make it work. Three months. Then you're mine. - DM”