Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Isis said, slumping into the chair. Donnovan looked up from his report. “Whose neck did you lick?” Isis’ eyes widened. “Wha—how did you know?” Donnovan showed him the group chat. Isis had sent, “If I lick your neck, would you be mad?” “You’re such an idiot. Whose neck did you lick? You almost bit them? Pathetic!” Isis hung his head over Donnovan’s desk. “It just felt… good.” Donnovan clicked his tongue. “What are you, a vampire? Read the replies from our perverted friends.”

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!" Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color. I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me. "The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"

“She’s unstable.” “You attacked her,” Adrian said. Donovan turned. “Stand down.” “No,” Adrian said. “I won’t.” Donovan laughed. “Then you die with her.” He gathered power again. The elder shouted, “Stop!” Too late. Donovan struck. This time, I did not block. I caught it. The force wrapped around my arm. Burned. Screamed. I screamed too. Then I pushed back. Hard. Donovan flew. He hit the ground and did not rise.

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

Once. "Antonio Romano." He said the name the way you say something you are about to destroy. Quietly. Almost gently. "He's getting bold.” “I will gut him like a fucking animal and burn all his trucks while at it.” He straightened his jacket, tugging the sleeves into place before lifting his eyes to Vito. "Get the car." "Frank." Darius stepped forward from the corner where he had been standing so quietly. "If you go down there personally—"

Donovan loves cars hence he invested in them, especially in sports cars. He took the Tesla which he rarely drove. Soon, he was on his way to her. Ariel. That bitch. She was the one he could think about. The only one that would do anything to make him and Jasmine separate. About an hour later, he arrived at the location. As he walked toward the abandoned building, he could hear her screaming in explicit pain. Nothing made him happier than her screams and groaning. When he got into the building, he was two men on Ariel, fucking her. Blood was dripping from her vagina and it was swollen.

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

But I'm dead serious wish someone would come and get me. "Boyfriend? Fuck him. He won't know. Come on." The drunk man grabbed my wrist and pulled. "I can make you feel good." I pull my arm back, fighting him. "Get away from me!" "Hey!" I stopped, saw Donovan get out of his hummer, and felt my heart at ease. Oh fuck, he looks angry. Donovan looks dangerous and scary but in a sexy way. He approached us, grabbed the drunk man out of the way, and pulled me close to his hard chest.

“I... I can't betray them, Alpha. The vampires will kill my mother immediately when they find out that I betrayed them.” The Alpha’s expression remains stoic, but there's a flicker of disappointment in his sightless eyes. “They already believe you've betrayed them, Donovan. If they intended to harm your mother, she would be gone by now. If, by some twist of fate, she's still alive, I can ensure you see her before your judgment.” Donovan's inner conflict grows as he agrees with Alpha Damon's point that the vampires would think he's betrayed them due to his capture. He’s torn between the fear for his mother's safety and the allegiance he holds to the vampires.