Tmnt Donnie 2012 Novels & Stories

I didn’t hear it chime inside, but a few seconds later a voice crackled through the small intercom next to it. “Is that you, Valerian?” The voice had a slow, drawling tone. “It’s me. Let us in, Donatello.” Marcus smacked Darren’s arm and whispered, “Donatello? Like the Ninja Turtle?” “Knock it off,” I hissed. “It’s just a name. I’ve got a brother named Orion. Doesn’t mean anything.” Darren shook his head. “These people are way too into Ninja Turtles, bro.”

*** Don had arrived at the mansion, where he was convinced Julia was being held captive. Before he could enter, a large number of guards approached him, and the leader demanded that he be stripped of his belongings. Don smirked and before he knew it, he landed a punch on the muscular man before him. The man stumbled backwards with his hands on his cheek. Then he gestured to the remaining guards to get to him. Donatello stationed himself and began to counter their attacks. Soon, half of the men were down in pain. Upon seeing this, the leader got up and smiled, pulling the trigger, but Don was already steps forward. He pulled out the gun he had been concealing in his inner pants and shot the m

Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!"

I stare at them confused as I had tried walking around them but they won't let me. "Donna, Don requested your presence." One of the men said. Ah, He still have to follow me to school, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Donna? Isn't it like a female gangster leader? Why did he have to show up in my life now that I at least have little peace. "I'm not going." I stated matter of fact. I attempt to pass their middle, but stop when they just continue blocking my way. "Donna, please don't make it hard for us." the other guy said by now the few people that still lingered around had stop and are now watching the show.

She was still trying to relax Donnie after seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ve been training for months, and I’ve fought some of your men. But I’ve never fought a machine before. I don’t know if I can fight and kill 2Pac in front of millions of people.” A tremor escaped from Donnie’s voice as he spoke. He glanced across the room at his two daughters, making sure they couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

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.’

“You’re wasting your time, uccellina. You won’t find my sins in a nightstand. Try my office.” The air rushes out of my lungs. He isn't angry. My shoulders sag with relief. “Clearly. Because the only scandal I found is this.” Emboldened, I pull open the middle drawer and pick up the stash of mints. It explains so much as to why his breath always carries this refreshing scent, even first thing in the morning. Nero frowns, a flicker of annoyance dancing on his feature. "Put it back." A mischievous smile tugs at my lips, and I know I shouldn't push him, but seeing his reaction is too tempting to resist. "Seriously? Who would have thought the big, bad Don had a sweet tooth?"

"Because you killed him?" "I became Don because someone had to. And I wasn't going to let it be one of his cronies who'd let the abuse continue." Dante finally looked at her, his steel-gray eyes dark in the dim light. "I was twenty-six. Too young, according to the family. But I was ruthless enough that no one dared challenge me." "Weren't you scared?" "Terrified." The admission surprised them both. "But fear is just another thing to control. To use. I channeled it into making sure no one would ever have that kind of power over me again."