روايات وقصص ضمن Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Book

sneak a drug or two into his sustenance. She suffered through the old man’s huffs and grunts until he was spent. For a man his age, he seems to be quite virile, no surprise there considering his rumored bastards all over the place although he denies them all. There was only one true heir for him, his missing grandson. Everyone is at a loss except her. She was able to read his journal while he was fast asleep, if only she could steal that journal as her bargaining chip when her time with him is up. She knew women before her were given a week and then let go before their last day. She doesn’t know if she is unlucky as tomorrow is supposed to be her last day but the don is in no hurry to let h

It was languid and casual, yet it sent a chill down people's spines. My heart gave a sudden lurch. It was Lorenzo, the youngest Don in Bajadoro. He controlled the underworld arms trade across most of Terella. In this mountain estate sealed off by a blizzard, he'd said the same thing to 15 candidates. "Whoever bears me an heir will become the Donna of the Fontana family." To be honest, I never wanted to be the Donna of the Fontana family. Nine months ago, I was still the owner of a bar in Bajadoro, secretly making my fortune by selling intelligence.

“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.”

Alessandro sat at his desk, staring at the map of the city spread out before him. He traced the lines of the streets with his finger, mentally plotting out the paths his enemies would take. He had been betrayed by the crime family that had once been his allies way back in the beginning in his career of becoming the next Don and now he was planning his revenge, or at least he was trying very hard to do that but everytime a certain nurse popped up who had delicious lips!! Just thinking about it already made him

Don Dani was a man who had enough to spoil her with whatever she wanted. As he said and accepted his lowly state, he bit his lip when he heard the clapping sound of flesh on flesh from the intercourse in the other room and he clenched his fists tightly when he heard Zelina's moans of pleasure as she took every inch of Don Dani's meat into her. “Whore,” Juan said to himself. After about ten more minutes, she was yelling and thrashing about, an unmistakable indication of climax. Sitting outside and being forced to listen to this excruciatingly painful experience was punishing for him, but he sat through it; the one million pesos check he had in his hand was enough to keep him glued to the seat

Even if Mona had surely received news of Juan being in danger right now, even if she was mad with worry, the prominent figures in her family would never allow her to step in and get involved in this. After saying that, Don came closer to Kimmy. Those experts beside her immediately stepped forward to shield Kimmy from Don. However, no matter how strong these guys were, they were no match for Don. Moreover, after Don had heard of the entire story, he had long entered a rampage mode. And so, Don wasted no time in beating these experts to the ground. No one knew if these experts were dead, but even if they were not, they would never live to see tomorrow’s daylight either way.

Finally, a strand gave way in Dolores’s wrists, and adrenaline pumped through my veins as her fingers brushed against mine, then darted to her legs, working quickly to untie the rope on her feet. She was behind me now, her breath hot against my neck as she struggled with the tight knots binding my hands. "Hurry up," I mumbled. "We need to get out of here before that hungry beast comes back." Sounds gushed in from the hallway, battering the both of us. We froze in that position, feeling shock and fear as we sighted the don. "That's not a very nice way to address someone who's offering you hospitality," the Don commented, his voice soft and dangerously entertained. "I'm not a monster. I just w

Who was crazy enough to bid such an amount? Suddenly I was pushed to move and I looked up to find a burly man staring at me as he led me out of the podium. “Don't look so relieved, darling," he sneered, “You don't know what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into, do you?” What? I gasped as his sneer transformed into a smirk, “You've just been purchased by the infamous Don Demonio, the ruthless Mafia Don. He controls this entire city.” My bones chilled at that name. I had no idea of who it was, but I knew enough Italian to know what that nickname meant.

“I am not saying that Juan’s father is Don Marquez or an old man. I don’t want us to mess up this time. By the way, you didn’t even see his face that night? How are you sure that he isn’t old?” It has been ages. She had no idea anymore. However, she could still tell by the stranger’s body and strength that he was a young man “his body.” “The Marquez have great bodies that never age. You can tell that from Mrs. Julio and Alberto. Also, Luciano looks younger than his age. His grandfather might be…” “Oh stop it, Manulita,” Isabella shut her eyes. She could not control her laugh. Manuela was the worst detective ever for bringing this up.

Don is naturally intimidating. “Start talking. I’ve wasted enough time with you tonight,” he orders. “Bernardo Viteli,” I say without hesitation. “He owes you money, doesn’t he? I want to pay off his debt.” “Why?” “Does it matter?” “When I ask a question, you answer.” His authoritative tone makes me take a deep breath. “He’s a good person. He only took the drugs to sell because his father is very sick.” “Is he your boyfriend?” “No.”