Tmnt 2012 Donnie Novels & Stories

Who else could do the job other than her? Just as everyone was muttering under their breath, a deep voice sounded off. “Me!” Then, a man stepped out from the crowd. It was Donnie with a sinister look on his face. This caused a stir amongst the Damien family. “Second Young Master?” “The Second Young Master is back?” After Donnie escaped from Pearl City five years ago, his whereabouts had been a mystery. Everyone thought that he had died and they were surprised to see he had returned. Lolita trembled and looked shocked. Eventually, she calmed down and thought, ‘No wonder Grady was so confident to tell me to give up my position as the heir. He brought my second uncle.’

“Hey, I don’t just listen to eighties music. My dad made me watch all the old shows as a kid. He has a whole library of eighties paraphernalia. That’s how I got hooked.” John yawned again. “Honey, we need to rest.” “Aren’t there four of you on the team? I’ve only caught a glimpse of that other serious dude. The one with the goatee.” “That’s Dave, known as Donnie in the field. We’re all proficient in martial arts but Donnie takes it to another level. Because of his combat skills, he’s named after Donnie Yen Chi-tan—an actor and multiple-time world wushu tournament champion. Dave is our analyst.”

Piero replied straightforwardly while I scouted over to the driver's seat. "Van Dranen." I called and he grunted, shifting comfortably. "Thank goodness, you're alive. Come on, get out of the car." I pleaded as he managed to wrap his arms around my neck, struggling to stand. "Pensavo fosse solo l'uomo in macchina? Chi è lui?" I didn't understand what that meant but he wasn't talking to me so there was no need for me to bother. "It appears that we made a wrong theory. I asked for footage of the club and well…" Piero stated handing a tablet to Marko, and irritation filled his expression as he violently tossed it back.

The message flashed on the screen, making his blood run cold: "The clock starts now. You have 24 hours..." The message cut off abruptly, leaving Carlos staring at the screen in horror. Who was behind this ominous warning? What did they want from him? And what would happen when the clock struck zero?

His hands trembled violently around the box, his face ghost-white. Anthony, a senior member of the Rossi family, tottered forward. "Ms, Ms Bianchi! The Don truly knows his mistake. The Rossi family is your family, too!" "Exactly! The Don's already on his knees, apologizing to you. What more do you want?" "Think of the late Don's dying wishes! Think of the people who fought and bled for you!" Their voices overlapped, emboldened by each other, dragging out every name and memory they thought might sway me.

A beast. “I know I’m smarter than you, dumbass,” I retorted. “Because if you were even a tiny weeny bit smart, you’d know better than to touch me.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “The Don is going to kill you, you know that right? You messed with what belongs to him.” Julian just glared down at me as I spat the venom-laced words at him, his face red and puffy. I was riling him up, getting on his nerves.

Outside a bar, several bouncers puffed on cigarettes and chatted loudly. I recognized a few faces. They were with Vincent earlier that evening. “Freaking hell, tonight’s been a drag! I can’t believe how tough the menace has gotten!” “Shh! Keep your voice down. Don Colleo is in a foul mood right now.” “What’s there to be scared of? If you ask me, Evelyn needs to be taken down a peg. She was Don Colleo’s lapdog. Does she think she’s a big deal just by putting on some designers?”

"I told you I was close." My fingers stayed spread against the wood, stuck there like they'd grown out of the table. I didn't trust them to move. If they did, I wasn't sure if I would hit him or run. "Say what you came to say." "No, hello? No, how have you been?" He smiled. "It's been two years, Jane." "Say what you came to say, Magnus." He looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded slightly like I had passed some small test.

Later that afternoon, Max got some shut-eye and had just awoken and was doing push-ups alongside the bed when Donnie poked his head in. “Yo, Batman, as nice as it is to ogle your ripped, bare-naked chest before dinner, I have some news.” Max gave Donnie a rude sign as he bounced up and grabbed a shirt. “A man takes one small nap in twenty-four hours and this is what he gets? What do you have?” “Omar Salib,” Donnie answered with a grin.