Raph X Donnie Novels & Stories

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

"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.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

The Fox and the Trap The moment Donnie Thorne realized what he was driving into, he immediately scrambled to call Julian Thorne for backup. "Look, brother, you know I have absolutely zero experience when it comes to relationship drama," Donnie pleaded, his voice laced with genuine panic. "If I go in there alone tonight, Xavier will grind my bones into dust. I'm begging you, come down and shield me."

In fact, she is sometimes catching Keith's fingers and giving them a few small massages. While Candice is starting to suffer from their public display of affection, Rhianne is actually recalling how did Donna become friends with Rhianne Cartel in the story. She can vaguely remember that Donna is one of Rhianne Cartel's friends in high society although she is considered as nouveau riche. Donna's father is the assistant director in one of the huge companies in their city. Since her father had earned a lot of money and has now connections due to his work, he can sometimes bring Donna with him to the huge formal parties that only those rich people can attend.

"I gave the eulogy. How are you?” "I know. I'm sorry. I had to disappear." "Why?" We sat. Frank remained standing. Elowen noticed him. "Who's he?" "Frank Costello. He's... helping me." Elowen’s eyes widened. "Frank Costello?" "A Mafia boss, yes." "Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Meshack." Elowen looked between us. "What the hell is going on?" "Please I do need your help. It's about Dr. Chen."

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

A single video file popped up. Sofia clicked play, and the room filled with the sounds of a heated argument. On screen, Enzo Caruso paced back and forth in what looked like a hotel room. Across from him stood Antonio Russo, Sofia's brother, his face twisted with rage. "You can't do this, Enzo!" Antonio shouted. "You'll ruin everything!" Enzo's voice was calm, but firm. "It's already done, Antonio. I've given my statement to the feds. It's over."

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.