The Donna’s Choice Novels & Stories

Matteo’s childhood sweetheart, Sofia, was trapped between the floors of an elevator for forty minutes. Convinced that I had been jealous of Sofia, Matteo personally locked me inside the family restaurant’s walk-in freezer. “The despair Sofia felt, you need to feel twice over.” My teeth chattered from the cold as I hugged myself and desperately explained, begging him to let me out for the sake of our marriage. But Matteo took the emergency key and locked the freezer door. “Only when you learn to behave yourself are you worthy of continuing to be my Donna.” With stiffened hands, I pounded on the door until my knuckles cracked, my blood freezing into dark ice on the floor. Six days later, he ca

“Probably that someone can be genuinely happy in a life I would never choose for myself.” “A good conclusion.” “That doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind.” “Why should you?” Adelaide calmly lifted her cup. “We are far too quick to call someone else’s choice wrong simply because we would choose differently. I would not want your life. You probably would not want mine. That does not make either of us unhappy.” Margosha came closer and settled beside the table, lowering her head onto her forepaws. “As long as the choice was truly yours.” Adelaide looked at her.

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t

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

There was already talk about her being passed around because the higher-ups were not getting enough curvy women since most of the outposts did not have enough food to keep all the girls they gathered well fed. So really, the choice she was making was between death right now and possible death later on. If she dared to say no, Scarlett would kill her immediately. Donna knew that no one in the gang cared for her. They simply cared that she was good at managing the girls. If she stayed here, maybe…just maybe…Scarlett might actually pull it off and dismantle the headquarters. It was a gamble she was willing to bet on. “I know the patrol schedules and key security information,” Donna said. “But p

Donna was a 25-year-old knockout Raven haired beauty that was 5'7", all long legged perfection from her big breasts, small waist to those luscious rounded hips. She had what was considered and hourglass figure I think they call it. She worked as a design consultant and was happy she could do that from the couples home. They were the best of friends seeing each other at least three times a week to work out and on the weekends they were more often found together than not. Dan had added a small gym to each of their houses and they didn't have to go to the public gym any more. They worked out one week at the Raston house and the next at the Walens.

Everyone in New Volka's underground world knows that the young Don Lorenzo Corsi is a cold-blooded lunatic. He only shows his gentle side to me. Seven years ago, Lorenzo saves me from an underground casino that belongs to the Corsi family. He also pays off my sickly Padre's astronomical medical bill on my behalf. He slips the family heirloom diamond ring that identifies me as the Donna of the family on my finger. When the heads of the family oppose his decision, he declares that he will only accept me as his wife in his lifetime. I once believed I was the only one he favored, but everything changed when his childhood friend, Viviana Rossi, returned to New Volka and became the family's new

Somebody had to go down and it can't be the one with the family's blessing. "Come on, we are both women here. My family members aren't listening. It's just us," Donna let out a sinister smile but Jenna was getting angry. "You might have a lot of time on your hands but I don't. Get to the point." The corner of Donna's lip twitched. This woman was quite more sophisticated than she looked. "It's interesting how you pretend to not want him but your body and everything shows that you desire him. You can't erase it from your eyes."

He bowed and said, “It’s a gift from Donna. Your results returned, and they came back negative. Your position has been given back to you. She will also return to the club tonight to continue where she left off.” Dante sighed, “What about my baby? How is it? Does she know the gender yet?” He shook his head. “She has said nothing. As you know, Donna, shares nothing with me. She was looking at items for babies, but the items she circled in the catalogue were mostly neutral colours.” He nodded his head. He wanted to see Daphnée and have a proper conversation with her, but how was he going to do that when he was injured? “All of this is just bullshit,” he mumbled.

Doona thumped her head. The convenience store was very close to her apartment, so she doubted she would bump into any trouble. She intended on quickly hopping in and hopping out. She would get all that she needed and never have to leave her room again–well... until she needed more provisions. Doona pushed the doors open, and the little bell dinged as she walked in. She greeted the female cashier clerk and turned towards the aisle. She picked up a basket and filled it with all the things she needed. she had bought all the instant noodles she could eat, some air fresheners and new sunglasses. She waited in the line till it was her turn and lifted her basket to the table. Then she reached into