Josh/donna Fanfic Novels & Stories

With so much guts slowly building inside me, I move my right arm to Mister Dawson’s waist before I look back on his Dad. “Mister Dawson, good afternoon.” I politely uttered. He stares at me for a moment before he walk forward and let go from his son’s hold. I stand in front of him before giving him a little embrace before moving away with a smile being plastered on my face. “I hope you are doing well, Mister. I am Dionne–“ “Why do you love my Damian?” I am taken aback because of that question. I flash a force smile and look at Mister Dawson who seems surprised as well. We are both too caught up with that question until I met his father’s gaze once more.

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

I looked up at the warmth in his eyes and felt nothing but irony. "Riccardo, do you really love me?" I asked softly. He smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Of course. If I didn't love you, why would I make you Donna of the family?" I clutched the sausage rolls tightly, almost blurting out everything I'd overheard. But I managed to stop myself and instead said calmly, "I went to the manor today to drop off some documents for you." Riccardo's eyes flickered imperceptibly. Then, he said with feigned nonchalance, "I didn't see you, though. What happened?"

Everyone's taking a picture of her with their phones, snickering. " And you two! " She turns to Bruna and Troy. " I'll drag you to hell alongside this black bitch!" " Don't threaten my girlfriend! Find somewhere else to pour your anger and stupidity but not near my girlfriend, "Josh defends Bruna." Plus, get over it! It's not like taking your anger out on Becca will erase the fact that we saw you naked... " Danna bursts out in tears and scampers away from the Cafe. I'm feeling sorry for her right now.

If Cathan and Caleb hadn't gotten there on time, Casper might have ruined everything again. Donna was trying hard to hide her disdain, pain, and jealousy. Jenna had to come and ruined everything again. She knew that she didn't stand a chance with Jenna and was greatly displeased. Now, she wasn't sure if Casper was going to proceed but was surprised when the ring pushed to the end of her finger.

Lenox wipes his mouth, places the napkin on his lap, and eagerly looks toward the entrance to the dining room, waiting for his son. Donnie enters the dining room holding his mate's hand. Donnie is shorter than I and Alaric, which is typical for a Delta 1 like himself. He has short dark hair, similar to Alaric's but without the blonde tips. His chosen mate, Jessica, is beautiful and elegant. She's a submissive Delta 2 with a small, thin frame. She has beautiful, long, dark chocolate brown hair that reaches the middle of her back and has a slight wave. She wears very little makeup and seems quiet and shy each time I've seen her. Her light blue dress somehow makes her look more innocent than sh

OSTARA’S POV Donna stopped in the doorway, eyes wide, cheeks pink, hair still messy from sleep. She took us in—Anthony kneeling in front of me, my hands on his shoulders, our faces too close to misinterpret. Her mouth fell open. “Are you and Daddy getting married again?” Anthony froze. My brain short-circuited. “I—Donna…” I began, heat rushing up my neck. Anthony stood, steadying himself with a hand on my chair. “Come here, sweetheart.”

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

They keep doing something on my hair and I close my eyes shut, my fingers digging into my nail as I sob quietly. When they are done, I stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is pulled back. My makeup is light. I look like a bride but I don’t feel like one. There is a knock on the door suddenly and a young pretty lady with dark hair and eyes that looked like her brother's, but hers are warm. She smiles at me. ‘Hi,’ she smiles, stepping in. ‘Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm only Dante's sister, Sophia. I only came to check up on you. You look so beautiful,’ she laughs, her eyes warm. ‘Can I sit?’

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell