Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Novels & Stories

"Is he safe? Did they try to get in?" "He’s fine, he’s with Mrs. Halloway in the nursery," Zoey said, her voice small. "But... you need to see this. It just started five minutes ago." She turned the tablet toward us. It was a live news feed. The banner at the bottom read: EXCLUSIVE: TONIA DONOVAN BREAKS SILENCE ON THE HEIR SCANDAL. My mother-in-law was sitting in a high-backed velvet chair, looking like a queen in mourning. Her pearls caught the light, and her expression was one of practiced, devastating grace.

They were wondering how could they had never heard of such a powerful martial artist in Sol before. “Haha…” Looking at James who was approaching, Donovan burst into a peal of laughter. “Do you seriously think you can kill me?” Leaping into the air, he charged toward James. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before James and struck his shoulder with great force. However, James only felt a minor discomfort. The moment he exuded energy, Donovan was immediately sent flying. “Pfft!” James smirked. Donovan’s expression turned dark. Once again, he used the Blithe Fist of Abomination.

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

"You don't have to keep telling me..." "You had sex with Eric Donovan!" "It's not that big of a deal..." "Shut up! It is a big deal! Eric Donovan is like the hottest man on the planet!" She said, fanning herself with her fingers. "He's not even a man, he's a freaking god!" "Okay now you're overreacting." "He's so dreamy, I could stare at his photos all day. And his body? Oooh, aesthetic! You should see it!"

Donnovan said, looking at her again, “has he been sleeping lately?” She nodded. “Yes. He sleeps at my place because he can’t sleep alone.” “That’s good.” Donnovan looked relieved. “I hope you keep taking care of him.” She nodded with a smile. “I will.” Donnovan nodded again, then frowned like he remembered something. “By the way, I have a question.” “What is it?” “Did you make him blush?” She tried not to smile. “That’s personal.” “Yes, I know,” Donnovan sighed. “But that idiot messaged our group chat asking if people blush. He’s an idiot.”

"You're the blind one here, baby, my mate's...." "Ahem!" Donavon cleared his throat, interrupting her words. "Can you, ladies, stop arguing?" he sighed and shoved his hands in his pocket. "I don't even know who your mate is, yet we're arguing who's the hottest" he joked. I smirked at his words, flipped my hair back and sighed. "You don't wanna know who he is, let's just forgot about him and talk about something else"

The way storms are before they break. Daniel Donovan sat halfway down the table, his gold tie loosened, his whiskey untouched. The Irishman looked older than I last saw him, his eyes hollow. He’d seen death before. He’d survived it. But as he watched me approach him, I can see he clearly believed we were dead. I stopped in front of him. Slowly, deliberately, I drew my gun and raised it to his temple. His jaw tensed, but he didn’t flinch. “Tell me about Eli,” I said, voice soft, sharp enough to cut.

When an avalanche struck, Cristiano Corleone, the man I grew up with, held my hand tightly. But I chose to let go, giving the last seat on the helicopter to my adopted younger sister, Tania Lanza. And that was because in my previous life, after Cristiano chose to save me, Tania was swallowed by the snowstorm, forever lost in the mountains. He acted like he didn't mind marrying me and making me Donna, but then he gave me the silent treatment for 20 years. "If it weren't for you, Tania would never have died." Because of that, I ended up dying from depression. Now, given a second chance at life, I decisively chose to let them be together. Just as I was on the verge of death, Cesare Marte

I swallow the words like broken glass. "I'm here because you summoned me. Like a dog." His eyes narrow. "Watch your mouth." "Or what?" I step closer. "You'll ground me? Take away my allowance?" I laugh, and it comes out bitter and cold. "I am the Don now, Father. I give the orders. I make the decisions. Not you." "This family—" "This family is mine. You retired. You handed me the reins. You don't get to grab them back every time you disagree with my choices."

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.