Dons Adventure In Another World Novels & Stories

We meet in the middle. Careful, he sends back. Remember what Erica said. I remember. My team is positioned at the south entrance. I can feel my wolf just beneath my skin, eager to be free, eager to fight. “On three,” I whisper to my wolves. “One… two…” The doors explode outward. Not from my team—from inside. A wave of force slams into us, sending my wolves flying and knocking me back ten feet. Through the smoke and debris, Donovan steps out. He has changed.

Maybe Ella could get the police. Or Sky. Or the fire department. Or literally anyone with authority and weapons. But then curiosity got the better of me. Because I'm an idiot. I positioned myself so I could watch through the windshield. And what I saw made my jaw literally drop. Damon moved like something out of a John Wick movie. The first guy lunged at him. Damon sidestepped smoothly and landed a punch that sent the guy sprawling. The second guy came from behind. Damon spun, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.

“You remind me of a girl in a deep, beautiful slumber. You’re dreaming of silk sheets and a monster who would kill for you.” I tilt my head, my brow furrowing. “I don’t understand.” “The problem with dreams,” she continues like she didn’t hear me, “is that the waking up is usually violent. You think you’re the heroine of a fairytale, but a girl is never the heroine.” Before I can find my voice to retort, a wall of pure heat and darkness moves between us. Nero. “Donna Nera.” His voice is a low growl, vibrating with a warning that makes the nearby guests shift uncomfortably.

"Don, I don't want to hear about women. I want to hear about you. You could never steal, that's why I put you in charge of the movement of my money. Who are you working with?" "Or maybe it's just that you foolishly trust people, just like that b*tch, Athena. Your stories run around like Romeo and Juliet's." Don laughed hardly, his shoulders shaking. He seemed to derive pleasure from mocking Xandros. Xandros smiled in response. "You know how to make a joke, Don. No wonder those alphas frequent Abaddon. However," His voice turned serious, "You should know when to stop." A moment later, a hit registered in Don's head and he fell down to the floor, unconscious.

was code for Did you tell him I hit you? So I swallowed. "No. No, I didn’t." He said nothing at first, then leaned back with a satisfied smile, running his hand through his hair. "Good girl." The rest of the drive was silent. Wilbet didn’t speak, and I didn’t dare to. The only sound came from the car. We soon arrived at our sprawling mansion, my stomach dropping with dread. The driver stepped out in a hurry to open Wilbet’s door. He stepped out with ease before turning to my side. I stepped out to join him—he hated it when I wasted too much time.

My father had put her through hell, and now she had to watch me become part of another twisted world. "I should be the one taking care of her," I muttered under my breath. "You are," Katya said, more gently this time. "In your own way. She's smiling this morning, isn't she?" I opened my mouth to respond, but the sound of heavy boots on marble froze me in place. All three of us looked toward the entrance. Dante. He entered the room with two of his men at his side, dressed in all black. His expression was unreadable as his eyes swept briefly across the room, but not once did they land on me.

Third person's POV Leandra is still rubbing her head. Rico smiles and hides the hair in his hand by putting his hand in his pocket. Leandra glares at him. She does not care who he is. He can he the godfather himself for all she cares. It is rude to walk into somebody and grab them by the hair. Seriously, cannot tell her that he couldn't crab her by her arm or something. Her head is hurting. Dante looks like he wants to laugh as Rico has a stupid smile on his face. Dante knows Rico. The poor guy is very clumsy which is why Don Romani lets Rico stay with Donna Romani. Don Romani has been the godfather in America for a long time. Everybody knows that they lost their daughter to somebody who kid

He sounded quite possessive. After a few moments of silence, Don Antonio drew his chair backward and stood up. “Follow me.” I stood up immediately and followed him. We walked through a different hallway with beautiful artwork hung on the wall. He got to a huge door and pushed it open only to find a lady sprawled naked on the bed. “Oh, darling, where have you been?”

His eyes, the color of a winter sky, took in the scene with a calm, dispassionate assessment: Ava, tense and on guard; me, terrified and hovering near Damon; and Damon himself, the Prince of Hell, on his knees, clutching a wound that was actively unmaking him. A flicker of something—surprise? Professional interest?—crossed Donn’s features. “Well,” he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone that was utterly devoid of emotion. “This is unexpected. To what do I owe the pleasure of a formal summons to the lion’s den?” His gaze settled on Damon. “You appear to be… leaking.” “Fix it,” Damon ground out, the words a mixture of command and plea. Donn glided closer, his movements unnervingly silent. He

Chapter 2 GIOVANNA My eyes widened as I turned to see the stranger I had kissed earlier, what is he doing here? “Aurelio, drive.” He ordered in a smooth voice and the car engine revved. “Wait, hold on. I think I got into the wrong car, this looks so much like my car model.” I stared around and outside the window only to find my car at the other side with my driver leaning onto it. Despite me calling their attention, no one in the car said a word and the driver just kept driving like some kind of robot that was only programmed for driving.