Rottmnt Donatello Novels & Stories

I smiled. *** Donatello was a genius and a serial killer, a deadly combination. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, and weighing over three hundred pounds, he was someone who always stood out in any crowd. For such a big man, he had the face of a seventeen-year-old teenager. No one would ever suspect the large friendly man with a child's face who worked as a security man at the University of Los Angeles was the most notorious killer in the state.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

he raised his voice Donatello rose from his seat, as he slammed his fist on the bar. "You dare raise your voice at me?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the jet. Viktor stepped forward, his voice calm and soothing. "Don, Don, please. We need to get to Italy before anything else. We can discuss this later." Donatello's chest heaved with anger, but he took a deep breath, composing himself. "Hmmm," he muttered, while still staring at Antonio's face. "Let's go."

"You thought you would be set for life by sleeping with Eric, even though you had slept with Dominic before, when that plan fell flat, here you are again sleeping with Dominic, have you no shame?" "You slept with Eric?" Dominic's voice came like thunder from the door. Rosetta turned around all meek and proper again. "Son, I didn't want to say anything but I cannot keep quiet and watch this charade any longer, you deserve better than this." “Mom, not now please.” he gestured to the door, and Rosetta, forever graceful, sauntered to the door. Before she stepped on the threshold, she turned to Dominic, who was still shooting daggers at me.

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

My chest tightened, and I was already struggling to breathe through the pain of my lower abdomen, which felt like it was on fire. Now I understood why Rosa had plotted with Viper in the first place. I’d thought she was being ungrateful and rebellious, but now, I knew better. And I would have done the same thing too. Donatello stretched the gun at me for the second time, and there wasn’t any hint of playfulness etched on his face. His brows furrowed, jaw tightened, and lips pursed when he pushed the gun forward. “Are you ready to do the right thing, Miss Moretti?” he asked. “Or are you still thinking of giving your father’s murderer another chance at life?”

I wanted him stark naked - I wanted to see everything he had to offer because I knew it would be fucking magnificent. Dominic removed his suit jacket and then slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. I licked my lips as his bare skin started to come to view. My eyes scanned over his chest that had tattoos littered all over. My jaw dropped, it was better than I imagined - so smooth and tanned and hard and big. I almost cheered. "You're a hard worker, aren't you?" I asked softly gently stroking his skin with my fingertips. He chuckled. "I guess you could say that."

Well, I've fought tooth and nail and I've gone lengths to conquer beasts and the likes of them with my very bare hand. You don't believe me now, do you?Well your answer doesn't matter, you can see for yourself. __ “Lil Joe,you feel so big now don't you?” The Don, Paolo Romano's voice rang across the rooms of the Colombo’s family's Palatial. It didn't require a soothsayer to tell the members that Paolo, “The Jackal” as he was notoriously known as, was furiously mad. It had for weeks now become a trait that seemed unavoidable to the residents of the Family, and in all honesty, it was becoming hella annoying in here.

“These people are way too into Ninja Turtles, bro.” Before the Alabama brothers could embarrass Valerian any more, the door swung open, revealing the slickest-looking guy I’d ever laid eyes on—bright, almost platinum blond hair swept back, small round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His face looked like some Renaissance artist had chiseled it from marble. He wore a tailored blazer over a dark gray turtleneck, slim slacks, and bright white high-top sneakers. I did a double-take when I spotted the Prada logo on the side of the shoes. Everything about him screamed money and total self-assurance. Who the hell was this guy? The man—Donatello, obviously—smiled. “Valerian. My friend.” He

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.”