Ninja Turtles Donnie Novels & Stories

Jake grinned as he headed to Buzzer’s table, where five men were seated. “What can I get you, handsome?” “Bottle of water,” Jake said and pulled out the chair to sit down. “Glad you could make it, Wrath,” Buzzer said. Jake grinned, his smile putting Buzzer at ease as a few other men greeted him as well. A Prospect sat down on Jake’s other side. The man was well over six feet and probably close to 350 pounds. His face was scarred and tattoos adorned his knuckles. “This is Donnie. He recently retired from some underground fighting club,” Buzzer said.

I might be an Omega but the strength to push Donnie away always came from somewhere so deep. “You know, you don’t have to keep running away from me. Submit yourself to me and when I become Alpha, I’ll make you my Luna” Donnie said. From the pit of my stomach, the disgust I had for Donnie was growing. He had always been a pervert. I remembered when he tried to put his hands underneath my dress, when I was just 15. Now I’m 24, he still hasn’t changed. “Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me ever again” I said in clenched teeth.

"Then be the powerful man that I see you becoming. Don't disappoint me now. You're a born leader. Do not make me doubt the possibility of you becoming the Godfather of our frat when you get to my age. Because I see you taking over from me." Boma, hand over her mouth to hide her shock, quickly stepped back, having heard enough. She hurried back to the table, contemplating her fate. Donovan returned with a stone-cold demeanor. When she met the coldness in his gaze, she froze. Ronald was nowhere to be seen. "We are leaving," Donovan announced as he drew closer. "What about- what about Ronald?" "When I say move, you move," he said impatiently, shocking her further. "Stop asking me questions and

I said. “Oh, so he’s an athlete. What position does he play.” “Danny’s a quarterback. He just earned a starting position on the team.” “I’m sure you’re proud of him.” “I sure am,” I shrugged. “He can be a pain in the ass though.” “I think you just described all younger siblings,” she replied with a smirk. “Right. I remember you live to terrorize, Adriano,” I said. “He hates it, but that only serves as motivation for me to keep being a pain in his ass.”

"I don't care who you think I am. Breaking in, destroying my property—you have no idea what you've just started." Betty let out a cold, sharp laugh and hit me again. "Still putting on airs? Let me spell it out for you—I am the future Donna of the Gambino family! My man's sister is handing him the whole organization! I can crush a bottom-feeding whore like you whenever I want!" "Betty—" Before she could finish, one of her girls came rushing out of my bedroom, her face pale. "Betty! Look what we found in her drawer!" She was holding a ring.

The surgery blade in his hand flashed under the cold light. "Don Marino, the Donna's indicators have all come back positive. Her immune system has been suppressed to its lowest point. We can start removing her kidney." "Do it," Ernest spat out the words coldly. The anesthesiologist walked slowly toward me and came closer to my spine with a long, thick needle. "Relax, Donna Marino. It will be over very soon." When the needle pierced my skin, I closed my eyes and started a silent countdown. Three. Two. One.

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason." "You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked. "The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother.

Three days later. Noah disappeared. I was searching everywhere when Dominic called. "I have your brother." "I'm sending you the location." "If you call the police, I'll have his organs harvested." He hung up. My blood turned to ice. What do I do? What do I do? The location pin showed somewhere near the coast. If I went, I wouldn't be as lucky as last time. I thought of Dante. He wasn't just an enforcer anymore. In three years, he'd risen to become the new Don of the Blackwood family.

Everyone’s attention snapped to me, and I could feel Marco’s intense gaze on me, silently pushing me to go on. “It’s Ronan. Ronan Lombardi,” I said, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and determination. “He said he’s the heir to the Lombardi family, and the only one left after what you did to them.” The room went completely silent, the shock clear on everyone’s faces. Even Dad, who never showed emotion, looked stunned. “That can’t be,” he murmured, clearly in disbelief. “We wiped them out.” “Someone survived,” I whispered, the weight of my words making the silence feel even heavier.

"And again don't do anything until I say so, don't act violently. Be meek as a dove. Is that understood?" Matteo raised his hands. I arched my brows at him. "What? God help you if you say something stupid." I pulled the trigger at him and everyone chuckled. 'No no," he shook his head. "Just wanted to say you should talk to Giovanni especially. That boy loves killing." I regarded Givonanni whose face was scrunched up with sour food. "Giovanni, you heard him right? No shooting until I say so." A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, boss."