Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

DONOVAN POV What the actual fuck?! After living for as long as i have, now, NOW I have found my fated! It turned out to be Vex's cousin, the spoiled brat that has slept with damn near every male here! She is also a pack slave now. How could I possibly take her as my fated?! I watched her for a while and I could tell that she had recently been rejected. There was a bitter taste to her scent. I could not deny that her blood did smell delicious.

“If your theory does turn out to be true, then it's better she stays close. Easier to control something in your bed than at your gates, don't you think?” Matteo sighed. He was unconvinced, but he knew better than to voice them out. Arguing would only be him crossing the line, and he knew better than to do that. I parted my lips to speak, but before any more words could hit the air, the door burst open. “Luca?” Irritation and anger tinged my voice as my eyes landed on the panting man in front of me. “What is the meaning of this?” “Apologies, Don.” My men knew better than to burst in here unannounced, so whatever it was couldn't be good. “Its an emergency.”

Marco held me tightly, his voice trembling while saying, "I'm the one at fault here, Mamma. I was the one who betrayed her first, so please just let her go—I'm begging you." Donna's eyes reddened as she stared at Marco. "You're no different from your father, Marco—so weak. You'd throw everything away for a woman." Marco remained silent, his only reaction being to tighten his grip around me. Just as Donna and Marco confronted each other, another car smashed into the warehouse. Vincenzo stepped out, flanked by at least 20 men. One look at my disheveled state, and his expression immediately hardened. He then stated in a cold, sharp voice, "You've got a lot of nerve messing with my people on my

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”

He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. “Is Jesse the reason you had an episode tonight?” Donato stiffened. His jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. “I am fine.” Matteo said nothing, but his silence was enough. Donato turned his attention back to the window. His voice was barely a whisper. “It was a stressful night.” Luca sat up violently, his eyes widening into a dramatic gasp. “Wait. You had an episode tonight? As in, a full-blown, blood-pressure-redline episode? Wow... no wonder you were screaming about a pair of cotton shorts!”

She whined and it felt like strings were pulled against my heart and I blinked repeatedly trying to stop the tears from clouding my vision. "I know, it hurts. I know but please just calm down for me. You'll be fine. The both of you." Marko better pray I never get the opportunity to kill him because he would die the most painful death ever by laying hands on my best friend. "Damn…" I heard Van Dranen groggily mutter as he placed both hands on either side of his temples. At least they're both alive. "Giovanna?" He called, leaning forward as he rubbed his hands on his head and I kept speeding.

the voice shouted. “Calm your pants! I just need something in return from you,” Donovan bargained. “I didn’t agree to bargain for anything extra,” the voice spat. “Fine then! I will just leave with this,” Donovan turned to leave. “WAIT!” the voice stopped him. He looked satisfied as he turned. Maybe he’s not such a pansy after all. “What do you need?” the voice asked, sounding rather resigned. “Your blood,” Donovan replied. “My blood? What for?” the voice asked.

"Isabella, don't be angry. I'm going to explain everything." "Three years ago, I went after Vivian. She turned me down." "For her image, she demanded I give up being the Don. I couldn't do that." "She got vicious. Said if I weren't a Don, no woman would ever love me." "I wanted to prove her wrong. To get back at her. So I..." He trailed off, like the rest hurt to say. I clenched my teeth. My voice came out poisonous. "So the noble Don Angelo decided to throw his love at some peasant girl, Isabella."

"Thank heavens, you're finally awake. You have a mild concussion, but the baby is fine for now." Apart from Zita, there was no one else in the ward. "Where are Enzo and Sofia?" Isabella asked hoarsely. Zita paused for a moment before realizing who she was asking about. "You mean Don and Donna Caro? They're in the VIP consultation room. But how did you end up in a conflict with the Caro family? You know that Don Caro cares about Donna Caro more than anything. "If there's any misunderstanding between you two, you'd better resolve it quickly. Otherwise, it'll be a bullet to your head next time."

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to