Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Book Novels & Stories

or was it all a dream? Find out in the sequel of MARRIED TO THE DANGEROUS DON called THE DANGEROUS DON. It's going to be way exciting and more interesting than the first part. I'll notify you all when it has been approved for leave this book in your library, or follow me. As for grammatically errors and blunders, I'll be editing the book soon so you all should wait as I'll be releasing THE DANGEROUS DON soon Don't forget to check out my other book "Mafian Hero" and for Werewolf lovers "The Goddess Bond".

“One thing I hate is people who hurt others because they have power—when these people have not done anything to them. I may hurt others because I have power, but I will only hurt people when they do me wrong, or do someone I love wrong.” “Whatever have I done?” Diego asked, quite confused with what Juan was saying. “Strip him of his clothes,” Juan said to the guards standing nearby. They did — tearing his clothes without any mercy and slapping him as he tried to resist. Then, Juan walked to the corner where a brisket was burning. He picked up an extremely slim metal rod and placed it in the fire. Then, when it was hot enough and glowing red, he turned to Diego. “Do you have any idea what I p

"Scared of what I'm feeling, of how quickly my certainty is eroding, of becoming someone I don't recognize." "I'm scared too," he said, surprising me. "Terrified that I'm destroying the very thing I'm trying to protect, that my obsession will consume us both until there's nothing left but ashes." FLASHBACK Fifteen years ago – Naples The rain came down in sheets that night, turning the narrow streets of Naples into rivers; twelve-year-old Luca ran through the downpour, his lungs burning, blood streaming from a gash above his eye. Behind him, he could hear them; his father's enemies, three men with guns and knives, determined to send a message by killing the Don's son.

I shout and hear his slight chuckle. “Good, I’ve been thinking of this all week,” his words end, and I feel the dress tear from my body. Oh god, I didn't have underwear on. I go to move, and he unfastens my arms from my waist, pulling them up, I feel them tie to the bed post. Am I really doing this? This is a guy who runs the mafia. He grabs my hips and pulls me up slightly so I'm kneeling in front of him. He's the Don. He kills people, and I am messed up for wanting to do this. I don't belong in this life, not even as a fun kidnapped scenario.

Louis, he had come with his men, “I wasnt expecting you until tomorrow “ The Don said as he shook his hand “Well, I have a few things to take care of tomorrow so I had to come here first” the two men took a sit and began to talk while having drinks “Did you bring what I wanted?” The Don asked “Yes” Louis replied “And more” he added, this seemed to spark the Don's interests “And more?” He asked “Yes” Louis asked one of his men to bring in his son, It was a young man probably in his early twenties

“We…actually…she signed a one year…” But the Mafia Don cut him off impatiently. “I know all the f*cking sordid details about your contracts, boy.’ It was St Just’s turn to look away, flushing darkly. The Don watched them, his gaze hooded he went on, his voice softer, “When I was young, I made a million mistakes.” His face bore a faint regret as he looked back into the past. But he growled, continuing as he sat forward, eyes on his hypnotised audience,

"For giving us two more Morano heirs." She touches his cheek, eyes filled with warmth and exhaustion. "Welcome home." He tells her everything—the fire, the betrayal, the deaths, the shadows, the cursed forest, the end of Seraphina and Lorenzo and Bianca. Alessia listens in stunned silence, gripping his hand tightly. "What a vacation indeed," Donato mutters dryly. "Seriona always brings drama." Luca laughs faintly. "Drama is an understatement." Donato lifts the great black book. Its cover glows faintly, its ancient power humming between them, daring anyone to touch it without fear.

The lieutenants stripped off their jackets and shirts while the Don sat in a big leather chair in the corner like he was about to watch a show. “On the bed,” he ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open. Show my men the cunt I just bought.” I climbed onto the bed, heart racing so fast I thought it might explode. I lay back on the cool silk and slowly pulled my knees up and apart until my shaved pussy was completely exposed to all of them. I was so wet it was embarrassing — shiny strings of arousal stretched between my lips. The Don nodded. “Good girl. Now beg.” I swallowed hard, face burning. “Please… fuck me.”

“You bunch of idiots have some nerve to run amok here in my place. “Die!” Juan flicked his stick, and steel wires spread out, striking the four women between the eyes. They breathed their last. “Spare me, sir!” The young practitioner, who brought Snow to the place, peed his pants as Juan ditched his kind heart to be a mass murderer. Dropping to his knees, the young practitioner begged for mercy. “You deserve to die for colluding with the enemy.”

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.