Tmnt Mikey X Donnie Novels & Stories

I have to find the mole before they decide to attack us again. I literally tried to get rid of the boredom but it was impossible. I saw a guard walking by and I called him even though I didn't know his name. "Where are the others?" I asked coldly. "Ma'am, Ma'am Abigail and sir Mike took Ivan to the hospital to be checked. Don is in his office together with Paul and Bob. I don't know where the rest are," he answered while.looking down. I get it, but do I really bite?

Both men turn alert, ready to face any danger, or it could be avoiding me from escaping. "Why are you here, who sent you" I yelled, for the first time since I can remember I was utterly pissed. it's not like me to get angry easily but since I met him, I've never lived a day without anger. "The Don." The taller one among the two said, head down not meeting my eyes. Huh? Don? What Don? I don't know anyone called Don. Who is he. I was about asking who he is but Tricia's soft murmured stop me, she dragged me inside slamming the door in the process. I whine from the sound, she had me seat on a single sitter sofa then carry the side table and sit in front of me.

I wrap my arms around the back of him tightly, causing this tattooed pierced giant in front of me to tighten his hold on me, his face going to rest ontop of my head. "Who the hell is this softy." Tio teases, his arms going around Enzo and Santino. I feel the giant black-haired stranger remove his arms from around me and glare at all of them, before turning towards me with a soft look and a smile. "I'm Donatello." He said softly making me smile a him. I mean... I know I'm not supposed to have favourites right... But I mean... Come on. It's a no brainer really.

"Is one of her bullies. Maybe we should be fair because if this conversation is about men, I will fight them or you. I already said sorry but the harm is done that's why..." "Alright calm down ladies..." The conversation did not last long. The couple also settled. During the rest of the conversation, Mr. Culminarez made the compromise. I also went home afterwards and went to dinner with Ken. "Mimi what happened?" Kendria asked as I combed her long hair. "Nothing, my parents and I made a deal when you punched me. What is his name again?" "Miggy..." I caught her yawning so I finished what I was doing.

No one knew if these experts were dead, but even if they were not, they would never live to see tomorrow’s daylight either way. Finally, Don gripped Kimmy by her neck. There was a time where he had dined and chatted with this girl before. As Kimmy was Juan’s girlfriend, and she was educated and reasonable, Don had befriended her. Instead, he was always against Mona. Now, Don frankly felt mildly upset because he had always thought that Kimmy would become his sister-in-law. Perhaps other people couldn’t read Juan’s feelings, but Don and Juan were two peas in a pod. Hence, he could definitely tell.

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.

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?”

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

The man was tall, with hair that used to be perfectly slicked back. His gray shirt was torn, revealing blackened skin and peeling flesh. "Don... Donny?" Bima’s whisper was barely audible. It was him. Donny, the leader of the 'Pretty Boy Thugs' in middle school, who used to love mocking him as 'Toothpick Bima.' Donny, who always showed off his biceps from working out at some cheap gym. Now, Donny, the king of bullies, was just a walking hunk of meat. His eyes were sunken, filled with the white haze of death.

Everyone in the mafia world whispered the same story. The Don of the Santoro family had been with his fiancée for seven years, and she died in a car accident. After her death, he wrote a 10,000-word confession by hand and set up a rescue foundation in her name, saying it was to remember her. He filled the mansion with roses and told everyone they had been my favorite. But only I knew that I had never loved roses, and he had never truly paid attention to what I liked or disliked. Back in Valdoria, Mamma saw the injuries on my body and pulled me into her arms, heartbroken. "You're our precious daughter. How could you let yourself end up like this over a man?"