Shrek X Donkey Novels & Stories

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

"So what? We just keep pretending? Keep torturing ourselves for eight more months until the contract ends?" "Yes." Dante's voice went flat, emotionless—the Don's voice, not the man's. "We honor the agreement, maintain appropriate distance, and when the year is up, you get your freedom and I go back to being the monster who doesn't feel anything." "Liar." Isabella pressed her palm to his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath the expensive fabric. "You feel everything. You're just too terrified to admit it." "Isabella….." Her name came out as a warning.

She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna! I chuckled softly. “Do you have a cat at home?” Her face flushed visibly, her hands and feet awkward. Then I kindly pointed to the cat fur clinging to her strapless top. “Next time, remember to brush it off before you leave the house.” Ignoring her awkwardness, I turned and walked into the Don’s office. Leonardo stood motionless before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigar clamped between his fingers. Lost in thought, he hadn’t stirred for some time.

The whole group was laughing now, egging us on, telling us to give it another shot. The Underboss next to Lorenzo stepped in and shut it down. He glanced at me and sneered disdainfully, "The Don was crazy about her once. Too bad she only cares about money." The room went dead quiet. That word, Don, had a way of doing that. Everyone shut up. The Underboss saw the room fall in line and nodded. Then he said: "The Don came today to invite you all to his wedding." "The bride's name is Sofia. If I may speak out of turn..."

“You think I don’t know? That you haven’t been whoring yourself out?” The first slap came so fast I barely registered it. Then another. His grip closed around my arm, tight enough to bruise. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just... shut down. He finally left me crumpled near the wall, his parting words echoing like filth: “If I hear of this again, you won’t have a face left for Raya to fix.” When the door slammed shut, I just sat there. Breathing. Slowly.

Donovan smirks, leaning against the railing as he says, “Me! You know, you really should’ve killed me when you had the chance to, Xavier. I can promise you one thing, you will not make it out alive tonight.” Donovan’s voice dropped on the last sentence and for the first time in my life, my father looks scared. Donovan shifts into his wolf and jumps from the second floor down to Xavier. I’m caught off guard by how similar Donovan’s wolf looks to mine. It’s a giant black wolf and the main difference is that his has silver streaks throughout it. As Donovan is mid-air, I hear the cracking of bones as Xavier shifts into his wolf as well. I follow suit, my wolf, Hunter, is itching to get out.

He said as he walked towards the door. "And I am Carlos, why don't you sleep food will be brought to you soon" he said and walked out the door, she felt light headed all of a sudden and knew something was it the water he gave her. A shaky exhale escaped her. Her stomach turned. The room began to blur. She swayed, blackness tugged on her subconscious, and then it dragged her all the way under. Later in the Don's office Carlos walked in and saw Marco busy with some work as usual, his friend was such a workaholic, he thought. He did not look up when Carlos entered so he sat down at the edge of Marco's table and said.

she screamed, struggling against the men's hold. Carlos's eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of pain and apology. "Aurelia, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to—" Aurelia's rage reignited, and she fought against the men's grip, her eyes blazing with fury. "You monster! Let him go!" Baron's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malice. "Before you call me a monster, ask your beloved father what he did," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

“Because what? You don't even have a reason. Yet, you chose to be with a man that's not even in love with you.” “Well, I'm better. At least we both are getting to know each other, but you don't even know a thing about him. You just want to be on control, and and that's where you get it all wrong. Marko is like a snake, he senses all your moves, and then counters against you. The sooner you know this, the better for you.” she breathes aggressively, and stamped her feet against the ground to make sure saw her before before leaving. I didn't care about her, my plans were in motion, and that's all that mattered.