Rottmnt Donatello Novels & Stories

I didn't want my emotions to get the best part, so I kept everything inside. The men who led us to the mansion stood still as footsteps someone steeped in. Finally he appeared. Everyone was still and quiet. His appearance was a little bit different from what Carlos had shown me. For starters. He had a stronger build. His grey hair wasn't that much and his grin was not as sharp as it looked but the scar on his face was the same. So this is the Scarface. The treacherous Donatello Luigi. He whispered in the ears of the men who brought us in. I tried not to look too hard, not to draw any attention. Spies were easily detected by how inquisitive they could be.

He said and they all sighed. “The next person is Donatallo Dallarosa.” He said and Adam nodded “Donatello harbors a strong grudge against Rielle.” He said “What happened with him?” Xander asked “I know the story well and will tell you.” Adam-said “Donatello and Kale both planned to steal Ms.Romano’s wealth and she found out, She hired me to get some dirt about Donatello of which i did and she used it against him but not before making him sign all his properties over to her. She got him arrested and convicted for the crime he committed and threw his entire family out on the streets. Donatello currently is an inmate in jail.” He said and Xander shook his head “Oh boy, She did him crazy.” He co

Antonio Pietro, Adriano's father and Donatello were friends so, Donatello had a different kind of status, he was like a part of Pietro family. " Donatello is handle so many jobs. So many eyes are on him. If he disappeared people will curious and we don't want any attention on us. When I am trying to put the pieces together to complete the puzzle." Adriano explained, his voice calm and collected but a hint of anger bleed in it at the end. " Has he said something?" Adriano quiered, eyeing the squirming person strapped to the rolling chair in front of him. " Not yet.. Just gotten his name though, It's Cathal." Daniel informed with a light shrug of his shoulder. Adriano nodded rolling up his sle

and the other guys laughed, “Well werewolf blood is a little different. It taste like-“ Connelly interrupted Dalton, “Ass.” I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, “Connelly, is there something you would like to share with the group? You been eatin’ ass?” Nick howled in laughter while holding his stomach and Connelly rolled his eyes at me, “Ha-ha. Good one.” Dalton shook his head as he looked at Connelly then back down at Emery, “Con is a fucking idiot. It just taste sour. Like fermented fruit or something. So don’t be alarmed. It can be somewhat over-powering.” I watched in amazement as Dalton lifted his wrist up and a claw descended from his left pointer finger and slashed a small opening

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already.

Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way” Giovanni clenched his fist, but said nothing as he took a step back, followed by another man, and judging by Leo and Aunt Gabriella’s glares, I could tell that it was Mattia. The men walked toward a table, and nodding at the bartender, the man brought them two glasses.

She Qian Mo was nothing like Dawn imagined. The man had long, silky black hair that flowed past his shoulders. He wore round Parry Hotter glasses and was lanky. If the former mafia boss didn’t know better, he would have thought he was dealing with a private investigator instead of an underworld informant.

“Don Marino, it was Dante’s request to be left alone…” “A request you should have ignored!” he barked. The room grew quiet. “You left my son alone to be killed by a nobody—a worthless death—killed by an old man on the streets of Sicily!” he yelled. “A nobody killed my son. He was going to be Don…” He chuckled dryly, hands shaking, trying to control his anger but failing at it. Everyone watched the Don. He was always a symbol of control and composure—now not so much. They watched as he unraveled before them. He still hadn’t shed a tear.

“Try me.” It took a moment, but Renata finally sat back in her chair. Attendants came around and quickly dealt with the glass shards, replacing all the table settings. “Is it true?” Valentina asked, her voice cracking. “Is Roman dead?” Giovanni nodded. Antonio shot up from his chair, his eyes alight. “You did it?” he accused as he glared at Domenico. Domenico reached over and brushed the hair back from my collarbone, exposing the elegant script of his name. “He hurt what’s mine.”

Lorenzo, Mariano, Gianna, each one silent, watching as the screen bloomed to life. A chamber bathed in candlelight appeared and there he was, Donatello. His face, once polished cruelty, was now distorted. Berlin had marked him. Scars webbed across his left cheek and jaw. The flesh had been stitched poorly, cruelly. But his eyes… those hadn’t changed. Still glacial. Still dead. He smiled. “Hello, Talana.” Gianna recoiled. Lorenzo’s knuckles whitened on the desk. “I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.”