Weak Hero Donald Na Novels & Stories

“Well, that makes so much sense now. They said you saved that woman. I saw his face. He was really bloody.” “Good,” Donald muttered, lifting his beer to his lips. He took a big sip, his memory clear in his mind of the man who’d nearly succeeded. “It was me. We do what we can to stop things like that from happening. My hearing, smell, strength, and speed. Why not make use of them?” Catherine sat there holding the uneaten lobster. She played with it, incredulous as she stared at him. “You save people?” “We do, yes.”

Donald said, his voice dripping with pride and arrogance. I wish I could take my eyes off him and pretend like I didn’t give a fuck about his presence, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and my anger boiled deep inside of me. I wanted to punch that smug smile off his disgusting face. “Such a pompous bastard,” Vector retorted with a hiss. He was the only one that was on my side, and that was because he knew exactly who Donald Shell was and what he had tried to do to my company.

She tried to defend herself but Donald yelled at her. "You what? You have grown up to be a mean and evil woman. What happened to the sweet fragile Clara I knew? You now pick up on people and bully them? To make you feel great? To make you happy? Their weakness is your strength? You disgust me Clara" Donald stared at her after yelling. His words were as sharp as the butcher's knife. It wonded Clara's ego and silenced her pride.

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

I answered immediately. Nate stepped closer. His gaze darkened, heavier than before. “Then why are you leaving all of a sudden? Why have you been acting strange lately… pushing me away?” “I…” I’d almost forgotten—Nate wasn’t just a man I knew. He was also the future Don of the Hart family, the leader of thousands. The dominance came from every angle of him, forcing me to face him and answer his questions. “What were you doing at that ring shop?” he asked.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

he whispered near my ear as he walked past me. My heart skipped embarrassingly, and before I could reply him, another voice entered the sitting room. “Well, well… everybody looks happy this morning.” We all turned to see Donald dressed neatly in black trousers and a dark sweater. His hair was properly combed for once and his face looked cleaner than usual. Honestly… I almost did not recognize him. Even Damon looked shocked. “You are actually coming with us?” Damon asked. Donald shoved his hands into his pockets casually. “What?” he scoffed. “EX drug addicts cannot attend church?”

Except for him who was only a little but he still managed to touch me so I still had a wound on my body. "You know if I was doing something right now maybe I wouldn't have argued with a weakling like you." He said then laughed underneath this deep water we are in, it turns out this crazy person can still talk. I just laughed back at him at the same time i kicked him and unexpectedly we were still together cause we got away from each other. When our force collided by kicking at the same time. Of course! even though he is a disciple of don adonis because he is always injected with anything, I can still handle this creature. he is not really a god!

The man before him was a huddled mess of a man who, as a mere mortal, decided to piss off the Alpha of one of the biggest packs in the USA. That same man is the one who stands before me. I don’t know his name; I just know everyone calls him master. Dash: ‘I wonder if there is some kind of kinky dungeon around here and if that’s why they call him master.’ ‘I really hope not Dash I have no desire to be chained, whipped or pleased by anyone other than my mate.’ Dash was silent. I’m not sure if it was the pure shock of what came out of my mouth or if it was the fact that it came out of my inexperienced mouth.

I being extremely happy said, "You..... I am so happy to see you here." I went to hug My Unknown Hero but he refused. He rudely exclaimed, "Stop, I came here by seeing that notice." I asked him, "Why are being so rude today?" He replied, "I want you to prove that this is done by Regina, not you." I said, "That I know but how?" He said, "You have to make a full proof plan. I cannot help you with this." I asked, "Why? Why will you not help me?"