Novel & Cerita That 70s Show Hot Donna

"You'd better hold it right there! What makes you think someone like you—a hothouse flower—deserves to be the Donna? "You were a mere nobody while I fought alongside Damiano to build this empire! You ought to know that I won't allow you to be the Donna if I can't have that position, Elena!" I stopped walking and met her eyes calmly. "If you want to be the Donna that much, I'm willing to hand over the title to you, Sofia. If you are capable of bearing it, that is."

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

Their lips were just a centimeter away when they heard a giggling sound. Donna was quietly taking a video of the two lovebirds but she couldn’t hold back the giddy feeling watching them and giggled. “Donna?” Kirsten covered her face with her hands while Matthew sat up and shot Donna a glare. “Delete that video!” Matthew demanded but Donna only smiled. “No, I won’t.” “Donna Roosevelt!” Hearing her complete name sent shivers down her spine, Donna scurried and hugged Kirsten’s arm. “Kirsten, help me.”

Before we went on, the door opened and a familiar small voice chimed, “Hi mummy!” Donna walked in with her backpack, her uniform slightly wrinkled. She beamed when she saw Davina. “Hi, Miss Davina!” Davina waved. “Hey, Donna!” “What were you talking about?” Donna asked as she sat on the couch and set her school bag on the floor. “Davina was talking about wanting to date,” I said. Donna gasped theatrically. “You want a boyfriend?” Davina laughed. “Maybe.” Donna plopped herself on my lap and announced, “I know someone!”

Nothing good comes out from the two of us being naked in the same place. He is right because I feel light cramps in my lower abdomen. I truly have to watch my actions until this first trimester ends. I dress up quickly and go downstairs not waiting for my mate. I gasp when I see the mark on Donna's collar. "Wow, girl, when did you get a tattoo?" I smirk, repeating Donna's words to me, seven years ago.

They moved her around the room like a show animal or something. Donna wanted to cover herself, she felt so odd being shown like this. She could hear the comments as she panused by each person. They said things about her body, one said he would fuck that sweet anus, another asked to have her turned around so he could see all of her. The last person seated was a woman, she was very attractive and dressed in silk, shiny white shirt that allowed her nipple to be visible through the thin material.

So I drank and just enjoyed the show. The party was really going well and I was way past the point of "feeling no pain", when I saw my Donna motioning for me to come over toward her room. Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing her own share of drinking. I guessed she was almost as gone as me. I walked to her door and asked her, "What's up sis?" "I really need your help," she said as she motioned me to get inside her room.

I stepped in, standing up from my chair. “Oh, Well, the full moon is over and we don't have any super pregnant women as patients currently,” Donna replied. “No more surprise babies for you two.” She narrowed her eyes and looked at me. “Unless you've been having extra curricular activities.” “What? Me?” I felt my cheeks turn bright red. Did Donna know? “I'm just messing with you,” she told me with a chuckle. “You are so serious sometimes.” She shook her head as she walked down the hallway.

“Baby, would you like to help me with some negotiations?” “Are you sure love?” “Of course, you are my future Jefa.” She smiles and he helps her out of the pool. He holds her hand up so he can look at her body and leads her over to the open chair next to him to sit. The white bikini is now almost see through with her erect nipples straining against the small amount of fabric barely covering her breasts. Gavin brings her a towel. “Donna.” “Thank you Gavin.” She pressed the towel into her hair and then lays it across her lap. Veronica is fully aware that her nipples are hard and on display and the men are staring.

I'd been married to Lucas, the Don of the Mitchell family—the biggest crime syndicate in the country—for six years when I found out he'd given my own daughter to his savior to raise. I was about to confront him when he beat me to it, asking for a divorce. His savior didn't have much time left. Her dying wish was to become his Donna. "She ended up like this because she saved me. Her last wish is just to be my Donna. You understand, don't you?" "Don't worry. You'll always be my only Donna. Once this is over, we'll remarry right away." I'd lost count of how many times he'd sacrificed me for her. So I nodded calmly and signed the divorce papers. Seven years of love. Nine hundred and ninety-nine