That 70s Show Hot Donna Novels & Stories

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

'He wanted to use me again and pretend to be his girlfriend,' the answer appeared in her head in mere seconds. "Who is the client again?" She bravely asked. "Miss Donna, some weird lady in her thirties," he replied fastly. "Miss Donna Taylors?" "Yeah, Donna Taylors! You knew her? Haha, it's so funny. Her name is Donna Taylors. It sounded almost similar to that name Donatella, the turtle from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie," Aaron spoke casually and laughed as if he was chatting with a friend instead of his secretary.

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

Seth’s eyes burned into me for a second before he turned to the tv. “Damn girl…you sure know how to clean up!” Donna said between a mouthful. “Just don’t spill ketchup on this one.” “Ha-ha.” I rolled my eyes. “What time will you be back?” The bald guy asked. “Do you want us to scare this guy?” Many of them huffed in agreement. “No thank you.” I laughed as I walked to the door. “Oh yeah this channel is great! Stop D.” As I opened the door, the words from the TV floated to my ears.

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

"Donna, I'm truly sorry for troubling you. Once my apartment is fixed, I'll move out. We won't stay long." I said nothing more and turned upstairs. That night at dinner, Matteo suddenly brought it up. "Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. "Seven beautiful years," he said. "I've arranged for dinner to be prepared at the seaside villa. We'll stay there for a few days. Just the two of us." He looked at me, his eyes gentle. "I'll transfer that villa to your name. It's yours from now on." Sienna was feeding the baby. At his words, she looked up and smiled. "Mr. Bellandi, you're so good to Donna. Seven years of marriage and still this loving. It's enviable."

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell

Sofia was trembling with rage, her hand moving to her gun, but I placed my hand on hers to stop her. Clara, in a stunning white couture gown, sauntered over. “Donna, you’ve finally arrived.” “There are a lot of steps here. You should take your seat.” Clara made a show of trying to take my arm. I sidestepped her as if she were a viper. “I wouldn’t dare trouble you, Miss Clara. Sofia will help me to my seat.” I walked straight to the head table and took the high-backed chair next to Enzo, the seat reserved for the Donna of the family.

Lena’s POV “Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?” she snapped. “I’m the future Donna.” Her eyes swept over me with contempt. “And you? You’re nothing but a joke.” I reacted quickly, grabbing for the glass to throw the water back at her. But before I could move, two guards stepped forward and caught my wrist. I turned sharply. They were Caleb’s men. “Are you two insane?” I demanded. “I’m your Donna. Let go of me, or I’ll call Caleb right now.”