The Donna’s Choice Novels & Stories

My younger sister had fallen in love. The moment my family found out, they completely lost it. My older brother, Scott Welbeck, cracked his knuckles. "What's his name? Who's the bastard who dared to go after my little sister?" Mom looked just as disapproving. "Riley, you're still young. You don't know how cruel the world can be. Sweetheart, just dump him. There'll be someone better." Dad slammed his palm down on the coffee table. "Break up with him! It's an order!" But the moment they noticed Riley Wellbeck looking upset, their tune changed immediately. "Don't cry. How about this? Bring him home over Labor Day so we can meet him. Would that make you happy?" When it came to me, though,

During a street shootout, my distress signal was accidentally sent to the ex I had forgotten to delete. Dante, the district boss, looked down at me, covered in blood, and sneered: Three years, and you finally found an excuse to come looking for me?" "I'll give you credit for coming up with such a desperate act as taking a bullet. I'll forgive you this time." I trembled all over with fury. Three years ago, just because his childhood sweetheart, Mia, said she envied my engagement ring. Dante forcibly pulled the ring off my finger, and Mia became the star of the engagement party. I was thrown out of the banquet hall. That was when I gave up completely and fled New York. Seeing that I said nothi

asked Alexander. Alexandra shrugged his shoulders, "Before yesterday? Not much. I just know it's permanent." "It's a lot more complicated that that. You know as a Don and as Donna it's our duty to provide a future leader to our group, it doesn't matter if it's boy or girl ,the only thing matter is it's our blood realted and I really don't know how it's happened but it's really slipped on my mind and I forgot to use a condom." "Why are you tell...No. I can't be," said Alexandra, in denial.

Luckily for me, when the elevator parted open, a lady was inside. “Where to?” The lady stared at me, her finger hovered on the buttons. “Wherever the dining hall is.” She scanned me. “Oh, you're new here.” She said the obvious, pressing on button 2. “Welcome to Almond pack, I'm Mila.” I plastered a tight smile on my face, “Stella.” Her eyes flashed with recognition as her lips parted open. “As in, the Stella??” My eyebrows furrowed in utter bewilderment. “Oh, my…” I gasped dramatically, swiftly scanned the cramped box as if someone else was with us and leaned in, whispering. “Am I already popular?”

Donna presented three options for the dress: a sleek black gown, a shimmering silver number, and a blue sequined masterpiece with long sleeves and a thigh-high slit, an advanced version of the gown she was wearing earlier. She tried on the first dress and walked out to show him. Her feet staggered as she walked on the six inch heels to him. "Hmm…" she cleared her throat as she looked away. Eros looked up and their eyes met and she could see his eyes widen in surprise. "How's it?" She asked, giving a fake bow. He didn't reply, rather got up and looked at her. She looked away, smiling dryly as she played with her fingers. "It's bad, isn't it?" She asked again, tucking loose strands of hair beh

His wife, a Duchess in her own right, was a petite woman with thick curly hair and bright green eyes that were her husband’s greatest weakness. Each daughter was a miniature version of one parent. Abigail took after her mother, with a mass of dark curls and clear green eyes – unlike her mother, however, her curls were wild, escaping any attempt to corral them. Little Rose was a tiny replica of her father, right down to the kindness in her dark eyes. Dupont nudged Grayson. “Abigail doesn’t appear to be part troll, at least.” Grayson blushed in response. He thought she was quite pretty.

"I love you more than she does, I satisfy you more than she ever can and as a matter of fact, I would never ever ask you to choose between us." "You were listening." I said. "If it is the child you're worried about Levi, let me have your child for you. I can give you the child." She said and I shook my head, feeling a deep sense of frustration. "Donna, I can't do this right now. I need to figure things out with Alexa and my child. Please do not make me more upset and frustrated than I already am." Donna's face contorted with anger, and she stormed past me, her high heels clicking on the floor. She didn't say another word, just left me there which I didn't think much about.

“You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia quee

" That seemed to make Mother feel better. She took my hand, removed an old watch from her wrist, and tried to slide it onto mine. The band was obviously too loose and wouldn't fit. "I've wanted to give this to you for a long time. I just never had the chance. "I wore it for you for a while. Now I'm returning it to its rightful owner." My palms went cold. I was the one getting married, yet everything they had prepared was for Julianne. Even the jewelry Mother had chosen was in styles Julianne liked. The only thing she offered me was an old, faded watch she'd already worn. "No, thank you." I took a breath. "You're still exactly the same."

An alliance with the Rossi family would steady his succession. He found me at a Manhattan auction house and said, “Marry me on paper, Elena. Six months. Long enough to quiet my council.” I should have refused, but I only asked, “And when your men start calling me Donna?” His mouth curved. “Then answer like one.”