Weak Hero Donald Na Novels & Stories

Riona listens, her face skeptical. “That’s a tough sell,” she says. “Try, at least,” I ask her. Riona nods, resolute. That’s the perfectionist in her. She can’t turn down an assignment. She leaves to talk to Callahan again, and Donald Gerald takes her place next to me. He’s got one of those faces that always looks unshaven, dark shadows all around his lips and broad jaw. He’s got a kind of brutal, uncut look to his face and bulky frame. Hunched and defensive, like a fighter. I’m not intimidated by him—I’m not intimidated by anyone. But if I had to face off against one of Julia’s brothers, I wouldn’t want it to be Donald.

Prologue “Please, don’t do this in front of my wife and kids” Donald cried, his white shorts were soiled. He trembled greatly and his breathing was ragged. “Donald, you stepped on toes. Toes which you couldn’t even bend over to buckle a shoe on it. The powers that be want to take a pound of their flesh” The man grabbed the blade and knelt on one knee. He caressed Donald's neck with his finger. “Don’t do this in front of my wife and kids. Let’s go elsewhere and talk” Donald sounded like he had resigned to his fate.

“He thinks Holly is special. He thinks she’s different. But she isn’t. She’s fragile. She doesn’t belong in this world. And because of him, she’s already suffered. The crash proved it. He’s putting her in danger.” I paused, letting the words hang heavy. “He doesn’t see it yet, but I do. Holly is his weakness. She makes him soft. She makes him vulnerable. And a Don cannot afford weakness.” Giovanni’s silence was unnerving, but I pressed on. “I should have been the one. I should have been his wife. I understand this life. I was raised in it. I know the rules, the shadows, the sacrifices. I wouldn’t break under the weight. I wouldn’t make him weak. I would make him stronger.”

I roll my eyes and reply “whatever.” She leaves my room, purposely leaving my door open and when I get up to close it, I see my future right hand standing there. “Ah, my prince. I took it things went well,” he says while grinning. “Yeah, everything went GREAT. “ I say sarcastically. “Goddess, why can't she just understand the only thing I care about is avenging Layla?!” I say defeated. I see a glimmer of sadness in his eyes before it disappears in an instant. “We have to be strong for her, my prince,” he says calmly. “You don't understand Dorian, she's my twin, I feel her in this constant state of agony. Yet her body is healed from the attack.” I say before pausing. “Are there any more clues

The Wild willows’ secret which they kept well. Alpha Justin wasn’t always sick, he used to be the strongest warrior of Wild Willows and the only one with the Alpha’s blood running in his veins in the pack. He had won the Wild Willows the name ‘strongest pack’ in the days of his glory and strength before the misfortune befell him. He fell victim to poisoning which eroded his immune system and left him pale and sickly. “You know you shouldn’t be standing for long, and by the window at that. What if you catch a cold?”

Please, let my love be safe with our child. The bastard on the screen leaned forward, and linked his palms together, mockery and seriousness in his eyes. "It was fun burning your warehouse, bombing your ship on your little date, and watching you and that little whore run around in circles. Looking for me? Here I am, Don. Oh, I forgot, you are useless now." Useless... Helpless... The words banged into my head, mocking me to shit as I struggled to move my stupid stuck body. Fucking hell! "Wh...the fuck are you!..." I managed to say, heat pooling in my skin with each attempt I made to move my lips.

Compassion was weakness for those seeking power. Now, at war with Donovan, Harry felt invincible. If he could bring Donovan down, he would be potential candidate as P.O in his new fraternity. He would also be the new SUG President. How cool would that be? He laughed maniacally as Boma suffered in the backseat.

“Good morning, Jayden sir. You… you have a visitor.” Jayden’s eyes narrowed. “Visitor?” Athena turned to look at him, confused. “You expecting someone?” Jayden shook his head. “No. Let them in.” The staff nodded and left. Seconds later, the door opened. And there he was. Donald. Tall. Arrogant. Wearing a smug grin like he owned the world. “Well well well… if it isn’t Jayden James Bruno,” Donald said, stepping in like he was on a red carpet. “Feels good to be in the Almighty Jayden James Bruno's office.”

Donald was now her man, and she would be damned if she let anything or anyone hurt him. “Who did this to you?” She asked, her voice low and menacing. “It’s fine,” Donald sighed at her smiling, “I’m fine” He said again hoping to convince her and when she sighed like she didn’t believe him, he turned to her fully, holding her shoulders firmly and looking down at her with his warm brown eyes. “I was attacked by some fools, but I am fine, or rather I would be, when I heal and besides, you’re here with me, so of course I’m fine” Donald reassured smiling at her and Dinah allowed herself to smile back at him.

The restorative broth she always made, infused with her secret blend of calming herbs to ease his headaches, was not waiting for him on the black walnut table. "Butler! I was handling dirty business tonight. Why is the hall as empty as a goddamn tomb? Why is nothing prepared?!" He slammed the button on the internal communicator, his voice carrying the Don's innate authority. "Apologies, Don. Everything you require upon returning late... the Donna always prepared it herself. We... we didn't know." "And that restorative broth you like, the Donna found the special herbs for it herself. To ensure it wouldn't upset your stomach, she would watch over the stove in the kitchen for four hours straigh