Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Novels & Stories

“Still… Mara, I was just talking. I don’t think I’ll really kill her.” “You’ll lose control of your wolf.” “Ah. Right,” Donovan says and ruffles his blonde hair while giving me a sheepish look. “I didn’t think about that. He is really lusting for her blood. I mean… it’s non-stop at this point.” I nod. I understand what he means. I wanted to kill Haley too, and I wish I was there on the day Johnathan killed Lucas. I would have loved to hear him scream. But much as I loathe that Donovan is even here, I don’t want him to be exiled either.

I said looking at my dad, and his eyes immediately darkened. “Donovan Wister is a rival in the financial industry. He has been after Sinnett Group for quite some time.” My dad said. “I’m still investigating though.” I then continued, “When I finally found Silja, Donovan was trying to force his mark on her. He had already bitten down when I saw Silja knee him in the groin. He back handed her and she hit her head when she fell. It happened so fast and I charged at him and killed him.”

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to shot him . After all , I need to be sure that you are courageous enough to shot at someone . “ s

He’d never take Marco down. Then, without warning, he exhaled sharply—and slapped me across the face. My hair flew into my face from the force of the slap. My cheek burned, the heat radiating from where his hand had landed. But no matter how much it hurt, it didn’t change how I felt. I wasn’t going to follow in my mother’s footsteps. I wasn’t her—and I never would be. “Sis!” Even Violet was shocked by what Ronan had just done. “You ungrateful bitch,” Ronan growled. “If you weren’t still useful to me, I’d have killed you already.” He turned to Violet with a twisted look in his eyes. “Wanna see me blow your sister’s brains out right in front of you?”

News of Daniel's arrest spread like wildfire and sparked lots of discussion. After all, the don of a mafia being imprisoned was not exactly a small matter. In the mediation room, Pedro slammed his palm on the table, fury written all over his face. He yelled at me, "Come on, Rosalie! No matter what Daniel did, he's still your fiance! Nothing good will come out of making a circus out of this. Withdraw the charges immediately!" Siding with Pedro, Dad chimed in, "He's right, Rosalie. We're all family. Why make an issue out of this? If Daniel goes down, my business is finished. For my sake, can't you—"

DNLL 8 Zuri "Get your hands off him, " one of the elders growled and Donavon smirked, and loosened his grip on the elder's neck before throwing him to the ground. "I tell you that the filthy tricks won't work on me, you deserve to be martial right," Donavon said, gripping the other man's shirt. He stared loathingly at the other men who shuddered from the intensity of his glare. Unable to breathe anymore, Donavon threw the man in his hands to the ground and strode away, stopping in front of me, he kicked the metal bucket I was cleaning with, splashing the foamy water in my eyes and the bucket hitting my calf.

But this morning, while the sound of the boys’ bickering carried through the thawing air, the act of sewing felt more like penance. Donovan had returned first from the all-night patrol, jaw flexed so hard the veins stood out along his neck. He waited at the threshold, boots muddy, until Elena finally acknowledged him. “Bad?” she asked, too weary for the right euphemism. “Worse,” he said. “Another deer, torn apart and left.” His face twisted with contempt. “No wolf did that.” Damon was limping behind, eyes gone pale in the aftermath of a shift. “Not even a clean kill,” he muttered, and Elena could hear the bile in it, the personal offense taken at the rogue’s lack of respect.

Donovan came charging in like an enraged bull, completely stunning Rose and ridding her of the emotional siesta that overcame her. “Donovan, what are you doing?…” “Who are you?!” Felix flared up but his condition prevented him from getting up despite his struggles. Donovan completely ignored him and focused on Rose. Grabbing her hand without any warning. “I said, who are you? Leave Miss Rose alone!” Felix roared again and Donovan finally spared him a glance. A bone-chilling look that could bury a person six feet deep but Felix was brave enough to remain resilient. “Why haven’t you been picking up my calls? I called you a thousand times, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Is that it?!”

“Even if I could kill everyone responsible for the death of my family. Where would that leave me? I would be a murderer just like them. So easily someone will want revenge on me too. And it will be an endless cycle of revenge and death. What I made of the agreement, even if it was not my words, I know that it is the right thing to do.” Donovan stared at me intently for a few seconds. His eyes, as red as blood, made me nervous. He was a handsome boy, with a bad boy face, straight out of some story, but appearances could be deceiving. He was not who I had thought. “You are cunning, Sienna. I’m sure you will do great things, even if they are not all destined for you.” He smiled without adding a