Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

] [By the time I knew our baby existed, I had already lost it. [I loved you enough to give you everything I had and stand beside you through the hardest seven years of your life.] [You destroyed that love with your own hands. You killed our child with it.] [The seventh divorce ceremony is over.] [This time, I am not coming back.] The paper trembled between his fingers. The hall suddenly erupted into noise. His assistant hurried back in. "Don, someone has taken over the main screen." Damon ran into the ballroom. Security footage from the estate appeared on the main screen.

Then, I added another finger into my slit, with Donovan 's name on my tongue like a prayer. I could see him wrapping his arm around my neck from behind, while he scissored me open with his thick fingers. He would litter ferocious, open-mouthed kisses down my back while I jutted my ass against his rock-solid cock. “Oh, Donovan ,” I whimpered, as I came to the painful realization that although I could pleasure myself with my fingers, they were not enough. I needed something meatier, veinier and bigger. Specifically, Donovan 's monster cock.

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.

"Ms. Esposito, I haven't seen anyone here keeping you company. Why isn't your husband here taking care of you?" "He's busy, and I can take care of myself," I replied with a weak smile. When the nurse turned around, I saw Marco walk in. He sauntered over to the couch and sat down with an indifferent air. "What have you gotten yourself into again now? As the Donna of the family, not only did you fail to protect yourself, but you went walking around covered in blood. What would the other families say about me if they saw that?" Marco started right in with accusations and complaints. He didn't even ask where I was hurt or how serious it was.

He looked terrible. Unshaven. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled suit. The once‑powerful Don now looked like a homeless man. “Valentina,” he said. His voice was barely there. I glanced up. Then back at my papers. “Please sit, Don De Luca,” Vincent said, gesturing to the chair across from me. Alessandro didn’t sit. He walked straight to me. “Valentina. I need to talk to you. Alone.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.”

"I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?" But before he could finish, Mark's icy gaze swept over him. Christopher immediately snapped upright and pressed a hand to his chest, nodding respectfully. "Don Vittorino, this is my ex-girlfriend. She couldn't handle our breakup back then and has since developed mental issues. That's why she offended you." But Mark didn't listen at all. He just strode over and pulled me into his arms, not caring the least bit that the mud on me was smearing all over his custom-made suit embroidered with dark gold rose patterns.

That would leave it for a few years later. “Let’s go?” Justin asked. “Yes. What will you do, Donovan?” “I’m going with you, little creature.” I pouted at him, however, I didn’t say anything about it. Perhaps we should have a sincere conversation outside the home, where my brothers could not hear everything we were talking about. We left the boys in class, walking silently. He moved gracefully and smoothly, with great confidence. Who was Donovan? Yes, a vampire. But what did that imply? I didn’t know anything about him. Where he came from? How did it get to me? Would it stay the whole time?

I'm sure it wouldn't have mattered in this case. Donovan is a lycan. He has lived for almost as long as alpha Xander did which means they are almost equal in strength, since he is the beta. "What are you doing here, Donavan?" Daciana asked, suspicion lacing her tone. "You have no right to be here. It is out of your jurisdiction." He sneered at her, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "I have every right to be here," he spat. "This is also my pack, and I'll do whatever I please."

Werewolf pregnancies move faster than human pregnancies so I’m only a few months away before having our little Violet. Donovan and Maven worked out all the details of the businesses and Donovan loves that he’s still able to work and keep a decent percentage of money. Maven takes a small percentage because he bought the company and is keeping up with appearances for us, but he lets Donovan run everything and divvy up the money the way Donovan sees fit. I’m glad that Donovan has that. I can tell that it helps him to feel like he still has a purpose and drive outside of protecting me.

I throw it in a paddle behind us and a frog jumps out as if also avoiding the hideous demonic head. Donovan doesn't groan or cry while I slaughter him. His body convulses violently when his head gets off but then goes stiff thereafter. I get off him and watch his lifeless body. It has been mutilated, his hands and legs of his body, and my warriors covered with the blood of the vampires. We have got all of them down and headless. For a moment, it feels just kike a dream finally getting rid of Donovan. This is the only sure way that he won't come back. It would take some hard work to rejoin all his body parts if he is planning to come back to life.