Donsilver Toxic Attraction Novels & Stories

Right after our dinner hours ago, I rushed to my room and scattered all the dresses across the bed. "These are fucking fabulous!" I screamed with delight, clapping my hands and jumping up and down. One crimson minidress piqued my interest, so I pulled it out and held it up to my body in front of the mirror. I felt great after putting it on. It highlighted my beautiful legs and the contours of my waist. The crimson color emphasized the tone of my skin. I was taking it off to put on another outfit when I heard a doorbell. "Who would be visiting at this time? Dina?" The thought of that woman made me frown in front of the mirror.

And infuriated her on a regular schedule. There was good in him, although she wasn’t sure if he knew it. He was too focused on other things. The past bound him. She could relate. Worse, she could fall for him. The whole package of masculine beauty, the edge of danger, the tragic past, the way he kissed… The attraction was there, despite her better judgment. Way too much attraction. He could be thoughtful—bringing her a shovel, playing with her daughter— then unreasonably bossy, trying to tell her what to do, to move to Philly.

"Dummy! If there’s anyone who’d be the first to know if Sir Noah’s gay, it would be me. I can smell green blood a mile away, no matter how hard someone tries to hide it." "Well, I didn’t really feel it. I just thought it was possible. It’s just… he looks too clean, you know? He’s really into pastel-colored polos. Like right now, he’s wearing a light pink long-sleeved shirt. Yesterday, he was in white pants too."

Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat, the scent of expensive liquor mixing with cheap perfume. The bar was bathed in shifting colored lights, illuminating crystal glasses filled with dark amber liquid. Strippers moved languidly, their bodies twisting around poles, their laughter dissolving into the music. Dante barely noticed any of it. His throat was dry, but he wasn’t here for a drink. His mind was locked on one thing—Nonna. He forced his shoulders to stay relaxed as he strode toward the VIP section, though his pulse pounded like a war drum.

Silver and Smoke ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​Silver doesn't just cut a wolf; it burns. It acts like a neurotoxin, turning the blood into molten lead and sending shockwaves of agonizing heat through the nervous system. ​But as I lay in the pristine, sterile bed of the Alpha’s private recovery suite, the fire in my shoulder was nothing compared to the inferno in my mind. ​Astra.

Holly was here, and I would not leave her side. So when the door opened without warning, my chest tightened. Giovanni stepped in. Silver hair. Linen suit. Eyes sharp as glass. He didn’t belong here. Not in this room. Not near her. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous. He smiled faintly, as if the tension didn’t touch him. “Family doesn’t need invitations.” I stood, blocking his view of Holly. “You’re not welcome.” He raised a brow. “I came to see her. To see you. To see if the Don is still standing.”

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

Elena sat in a leather armchair, a teacup balanced perfectly on her knee, her expression hardening into absolute venom the moment she saw me. Across from her sat Enzo Valenti, an older man with silver-streaked hair and a tailored suit that practically screamed old money and spilled blood. Next to him was a younger woman—presumably his daughter. Immaculately dressed in a conservative cream dress, her manicured fingers twisting a diamond ring on her left hand. And then there was Frank. He was standing behind his massive mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass of amber liquid halfway to his lips. When his eyes met mine, his jaw tightened so hard I heard the click of h

This was supposed to be my freedom from the dirty world and I won't be free if I continue hanging around these people. I need to go to a faraway place and start over even as a maid or something. Fuck life. "Are you okay? today you seem off" I look at the hand he placed on my thigh, and it's like the skull on his ring is staring at me in mock. He said he wants me. Alessio is a mafia don, and being with him is like jumping out from the frying pan and directly into the fire. "Talk to me" he whispers, tenderly squeezing my thigh and I lift my head to look into his eyes. I didn't even realize the car stopped.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.