Leonardo Michelangelo Raphael Donatello Novels & Stories

Antonio Pietro, Adriano's father and Donatello were friends so, Donatello had a different kind of status, he was like a part of Pietro family. " Donatello is handle so many jobs. So many eyes are on him. If he disappeared people will curious and we don't want any attention on us. When I am trying to put the pieces together to complete the puzzle." Adriano explained, his voice calm and collected but a hint of anger bleed in it at the end. " Has he said something?" Adriano quiered, eyeing the squirming person strapped to the rolling chair in front of him. " Not yet.. Just gotten his name though, It's Cathal." Daniel informed with a light shrug of his shoulder. Adriano nodded rolling up his sle

“Try me.” It took a moment, but Renata finally sat back in her chair. Attendants came around and quickly dealt with the glass shards, replacing all the table settings. “Is it true?” Valentina asked, her voice cracking. “Is Roman dead?” Giovanni nodded. Antonio shot up from his chair, his eyes alight. “You did it?” he accused as he glared at Domenico. Domenico reached over and brushed the hair back from my collarbone, exposing the elegant script of his name. “He hurt what’s mine.”

Rielle Romano~ Rielle was back home now after cleaning out the dirts in the Donatello’s mansion, The dirts were the Donatello’s themselves! She had laid every worker of the house off as their services would no longer be required! Everyone of them Including the security! Since they worked for the Donatello’s their loyalty would be with the Donatello’s! She decided to deploy some members of her staff there to keep the place. "Sophie!” She yelled out the maids name and the woman came running "Yes ma’am, You called for me?” She replies and Rielle nods “Gather all the workers in the house, I need to have a word with everyone!” She says and the woman nods, walking away.

I couldn’t help but remember Donatello telling me that he believed that he saw him somewhere, and hearing what Sienna was telling me, I couldn’t help but believe that he was indeed using magic. Donatello was not the type to forget who a person was. If anything, he was almost always very accurate when it came to his memory of faces. It was one of the reasons why he was dangerous when angered. He was not a man to be messed with nor was he the type to allow random mistakes to just slide. If anything, he would be sure to make those who hurt him or his loved ones pay if he simply caught their scent.