Rottmnt Donatello Novels & Stories

Donatello yelled. That was the first time I ever saw Donatello angry. He usually went along with everything Nathaniel and I did, so I was downright terrified when I heard him yell. I know Nathaniel was too, but he didn’t budge. Donatello approached him and Nathaniel pointed his sword at him. Donatello hit his sword away and Nathaniel swung at him.

"What's the deal now? Heard you're returning to Italy. That's peak entertainment." The other danger sitting beside me cocked his head. "Careful what you hear next, Donatello. It might not be as entertaining as you think." No humour, plain and straight warning. Donatello looked offended as his chest raised up and down with an irritated expression on his face as he pressed his lips together. "Still," he mocked. "You realise if you leave Russia what it'll cost, right?"

"Long time no see." My whole body went rigid. Donatello, who had been slumping against the wall, suddenly tensed. His eyes, which had been weak and unfocused, now blazed with a terrifying, murderous light as he saw the man behind me. "Tom," he growled. "Let her go." I was in shock, my mind a complete blank. I knew who the man behind me was—Tom Salvatori, the underboss of the Salvatori family. His men had attacked me before. Donatello had put a price on his head, but he’d obviously escaped and found me.

“It is a pleasure meeting you, and thank you Mr.…?” “Oh, mi amor, call me Donatello” he said, smiling at me “this is my eldest son, Donato” “A pleasure meeting the both of you” I said, politely. I looked at Nathan who was frowning, kissing his jawline to catch his attention, making him smile. His eyes met mine and he leaned in, kissing my temple. “Ah, protective about your little beauty” Donatello taunted, clearly noticing that he pressed a button. I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently.

' I pondered, lost until I felt another rough tap. "Are you deaf?" The harsh tone came, and I shuddered unconsciously, turning to see Don Lucien Moretti, the terrifying head of all Mafia leaders, glaring down at me with his icy, blue eyes. A huge lump formed in my throat as I reared backwards in shock before looking down to realize that I was naked, with just a duvet covering my body. I looked back at him to see that he was butt-naked too, with the sheet in between us covered with blood.

Milana looked around “I bumped into Logan Donatello yesterday close to Professor Kai's office and was kind of rude to him. That was how my screen cracked” Belle's mouth was left wide open in shock, she closed her mouth and opened it again. “You already met Logan Donatello” “Well yes” “And you were rude to him?” “Kind of” Belle sighed, she started to think that the chance of her friend working there is now 50/50. From the things Belle heard about him, she doubts such a man will tolerate any form of rudeness especially from a university student. Logan was the favorite amongst the 3 grandsons of the head of the Donatello family, he was not just anybody.

Johnny said. “Thank you, guys. Did he say anything yet?” Alessandro asked. “No, he keeps saying he doesn’t know what we’re talking about,” Kevin answered. “Take me to him,” Alessandro commanded. “Well, well, well, look who came to visit me,” Donatello said. “The only time I want to hear your annoying voice is when you answer my questions,” Alessandro dismissed him. “Do you have everything we need?” he asked Kevin and the others. “Yes, everything is here. With what shall we start?” Kevin asked.

Sofia wasn't alone. Donato Vallocchi stood by the balcony doors, his silhouette framed by the rain-lashed glass of the city skyline. He looked like a statue of refined greed, his suit immaculate even in the gloom. He held a glass of dark liquid, swirling it with the casual arrogance of a man who already owned the room. "Dante," Donato said, his voice smooth as oil. "You’ve spent so much time building walls that you forgot the most dangerous enemy is the one who knows how to open the gate."

Miller mercilessly stabbed Donatello several times and did not give him a break. Donatello was helpless and he could not fight back. All he could feel was a great pain and suffering. He thought that he could take his revenge by utilizing the confusion that happened right now. He could not keep up his hatred and anger toward the killers any longer. He needed to score things with the killers once and for all. But alas, he chose the wrong moment. He was powerless against Miller. Donatello was dead.