Planet Dolan Characters Novels & Stories

was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian.

Connell I push through the hallway toward our safe room, my boots echoing against the wooden floors. The familiar smell of perfume and cigarettes hits me as I open the door. Inside, five of our usual hangers-on crowd around Dolores, who stands tall despite their circling. "Who the hell do you think you are?" A bottle blonde in too-tight faux leather sneers. "Waltzing in here like you own the damn place, like you're better than us." "I don't think anything," Dolores says, crossing her arms. "I know exactly who I am. And I don't owe you whore's a goddamn thing."

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

Raising her hand to wave. “Hey, it’s your Uncle Dan!” It’s my friend Keegan. Is that my Uncle Ben? Calling them over to us. “Hey, my name’s Taylor.” Hi, I’m Cleo. Magnolia. Dolphin. Blue. “This is my daughter, Sadie.” My little girl, Petal. This is Anastasia. Lola. Jean. Because names aren’t really important. Just a collection of sounds we give to each other. I guess any word or sentence is, really.

Thanks, Moon Goddess. He swallowed hard and abruptly stumbled back. I felt the loss of his heat as intensely as if he’d ripped my head from my neck. I was left teetering on an edge of something I couldn’t comprehend, and he just stared at me, still frowning, like he didn’t know why he was here or what he was doing. Needing to break the tension, I slapped him on the shoulder. ‘Great work, Cin!’ cheered Dolly. If she’d been anyone else, I would’ve thought she’d been being sarcastic. My wolf didn’t have a snarky bone in her cute little body, though. Well. Her cute, big, Luna-descendent body.

I complain to Dan “Vivian Dongalion shut the fuck up!” He grabs my shoulders to keep me steady. I have been ranting about what Jordin told me and he has been trying to calm me down. I still think it’s some kind of absurd story. Doppelganger? What is even that? A dungeon?

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

she explains, while making bunny ears, making me snort remembering Raven hunting for bunnies. “If I drink, I get pain,” Dolly answers, while tearing into another piece of meat like a starved animal. “That won’t happen again, we’ll get you some fresh blood too. Dolly, we’ll have to leave soon once we’ve all eaten and rested.” “Me go too pwease… Pwease I go too,” Dolly begs, as she wiggles her way deeper into my lap, and she gives Jonathan a fearful look. “Pweas I be good,” she promises, as my heart twists in my chest hearing her words.

McKenzie said suddenly. “And I thought you were supposed to be sleeping,” Dolly scolded her. With a sigh, she sat back and smoothed a hand over her untamed hair. “I did say that. And I don’t think he will. But I also know he’s still a human being. Human beings get tempted sometimes.” “I hope he’s more interested in his career than hundreds of millions of dollars,” I sighed. “It’s a lot of money.” “Trust me, if there’s anyone in the world who’s in it for the glory more than he’s in it for the money, it’s Xavier Pope.” Dolly tapped her fingers on her armrest. “Still, we’re gonna be careful.”