The Night I Saw My Don Burn Novels & Stories

I whispered, I think. “I see,” Mary said. “Those people need to be bit by some wolves.” “Fucking cheerleaders. They’re probably more whorish than I would ever be,” I grumbled. Mary laughed. “I feel the same way about the people back home who cut me off for turning Donny in.” The rest of the night was a bit of a haze after that. I know we watched a movie with a blonde actress and some hot handyman, but I must have crashed before I was over.

The onl‍y sound is the wind whistling through brok‌en steel. Finall‍y, he sighs. “If he’s‌ o⁠ut there, we’l‍l find him. But you can’t‍ burn yourself out waiti⁠ng.” I s⁠ha‌ke my head. “I’m not waiting.” My vo‍ice trembles. “I’m surviv‌in‍g. For him.” --- That nig‍ht, I dream of fire again. Bu⁠t thi⁠s ti‌me,‍ I see something‍ else—an⁠ ima⁠ge burned into my mind. Damon’s hand reaching for mine throu⁠gh smoke.‌ His voice echoing in the dis⁠t‍ance:

He explains in detail how he knows that I’m not gone forever that he hopes one day I’ll find my way back to him. My palm covers my palm as I try to hold in a sob. He stayed up all night on that day, remembering the first time that he saw me. I turn another page and it’s about him having nightmares about me. He prays that I can forgive him one day so he can finally be at peace with himself. I don’t try to hold back the tears this time because they’re long overdue. I slam the journal shut and hug it to my chest. Don didn’t look like the type to keep a journal, never did I think that I’ll ever come across this. I open the book again because I want I can’t help it, it feels like he’s talking to

Alcina saw it and their reactions, ‘Quindi si tratta di questo, il grande Don non c'è più, questo eNoame relitto jibbering che si incazza, questo è il tuo futuro? Sei cieco? Chi di voi sarà la sua infermiera che lo pulirà come un bambino? Bene? Voi sciocchi, è pazzo non riuscite a vederlo? Non hai alcun cervello? I Miei uomini sono fuori, nessuno di voi se ne andrà vivo. Metti giù le tue pistole e liberami o muori’ [So it comes to this, the great Don is no more, this huge jibbering wreck pissing himself, this is your future? Are you blind? Which one of you will be his Nursemaid cleaning him up like a baby? Well? You fools, he is insane can you not see it? Have you no brains at all? My men a

DONOVAN POV I enjoyed myself last night so much that I barely remember getting back to my hotel room. I do remember that after I fed off two whores, I ended up taking one of the humans back to my room and f**king her so thoroughly that I think I might have actually broken her! I passed out almost immediately after kicking her out of my room. I dreamed about having my little bird in my hands. I relished the fear that was pouring out of her. I wanted her terrified, it made her blood sweeter! Just as I was about to finally taste her again, I was woken up by a loud knocking on my door.

I will have to go closer. I swallow down a large lump in my throat before I move closer to the Don’s bed. He is so pale, his skin looks waxy, and his eyes are still sunken in. There is dry blood around his nose and mouth. I just cannot tell if he is breathing, so I go right up to his bed. He looks dead. I cannot see him breathing at all. I bring my finger up to his nose to feel for any air escaping. Just then his eyes pop open and I scream so loud, I am sure the entire army outside must have heard me. I clasp my hands over my mouth. I want to run, but the sight in front of me has me frozen. The Don starts mumbling incoherent words and reaches his hand out to me. It breaks my heart to see suc

After several breath works, I stepped out of the bathroom. Don’s chest rose and fell heavily as he sighted me. The wild greed in his eyes made the tip of my nose burn. I bit back the tears. He was not looking lovingly. His eyes never even crossed my face. It was the same inspective stare. This time, sizing me up.

he scoops me up, carries me out, water still dripping off us both and i know, i know, tomorrow everything burns but tonight tonight im his and thats enough

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*