That 70s Show Hot Donna Novels & Stories

"Truthfully, it seemed to make their day. They kept us there, showing us the few simple dance steps, we did. You'd think we'd invented the moonwalk or something. It was mostly the ladies, and they couldn't wait to have Mitchell take them in his arms and show them the simple steps. I've never seen so many sexually repressed women in my life. Ms. Metzger called an end to it before they managed to get Mitchell to show them some other moves that he's probably already used on that redhead." "That reminds me. Donna said that she would be happy to help you and Mitchell perfect a few more dances for that Firemen's benefit," remembered Melissa. "My little sister wants to see how it feels to be in Mit

"Yes, yes, that's right—kneel! You want the money, don't you? Then kneel for it." I looked at the check on the floor. My brother was already showing early signs of organ failure. Without this money, he wouldn't last three months. My knees began to bend. Vivienne was so excited her hands were shaking. She shoved the phone right in my face. Three inches from the floor— The phone in my pocket rang. I hit the answer button. Dominic Mercer's voice slithered out of the speaker, lazy and dripping with something that made my skin crawl.

Her handsome eyes seemed to shine 24/7, and any woman would blush when she glanced at them with her bright, sparkling eyes. Dona was raised as a boy back when she was a child, so she always dressed herself in men's clothing like a high class business elite. Putting her hands casually in her pockets, she had a flat chest and a face that looked like the male lead of a romance book, making her look noble and elegant. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at Sonnia while making eyes at the latter. Sonnia was totally defenseless against such a face that looked like the male lead of a romantic book, so she got butterflies in her stomach, feeling a burning sensation in her slapped butt, she trie

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

"Are you that desperate for a man? You can't even get through a night alone?" The moment the mark was exposed, I pulled my robe tight with my other hand and stared at him coldly. "Let go." His eyes reddened, as though something inside him had snapped. He slammed me against the wall and questioned, "Did you sleep with one of the bodyguards? You're disgusting, Chiara!" I was just about to strike back when Lucia suddenly screamed and dropped into a crouch. "Mannaggia, it's hot!" Matteo shoved me aside at once and rushed to her. The stew had spilled all over the floor. Lucia leaned pitifully into his arms, then shot me a triumphant look. I ignored them and walked away.

We need to think carefully about how we're going to leave a good impression on the Donna. "I hear the Don is madly devoted to his wife, and that she's his only weakness." They weren't wrong. The only person who could make the mighty Don yield… was me. But I just gave a light chuckle and didn't explain further. Seeing Lina turn to leave, I quickly grabbed her wrist. "Give me the medal back. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next." Lina jerked away, looking a little guilty. "What do you want exactly? You've stolen the ruby ring, and now you're eyeing my medal too?"

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

The air felt heavier, older. Giovanni stood guard by a door at the end, straightened when he saw me, and gave a respectful nod before pushing it open. Inside, the room was dimly lit. My mother sat by the window, staring out into the garden. The sunset painted her in orange light, and for a moment, I could almost see the woman she’d been, strong, commanding, the real Donna Mancini. Now she was a ghost of that power, hollowed by grief. “Mom,” I said quietly. “I brought someone to meet you.”

"Okay, so you think you're the most beautiful woman in the world, right? That's why you're acting so high and mighty?" I stared intensely at him, and he did the same. The guy backed off. He just laughed silently. He then went to the dance floor to approach Ms. Donna, who looked stunning tonight. Extremely stunning. Ms. Donna, who usually wore work clothes that concealed her figure, now looked sexy in a long black dress. She looked like a graceful mermaid. Uncle Vincent pulled Ms. Donna towards him and danced very intimately. Without hesitation, he brought his face close to Ms. Donna's, and it seemed... he kissed Ms. Donna?!

"Where are you?" I growled in a low voice. "I'm… at home… working out," Donna replied, her breath sounding hitched. Working out? What a load of nonsense! "Send me a picture," I demanded, a scowl darkening my face. I wanted to see just how long she could keep this up. "Okay… ah!" Donna yelped uncontrollably, then panted while saying, "Honey, there's a cockroach. I have to go."