Weak Hero Donald Na Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ Don is in deep sleep he started listening the same words "you're a monster why are you alive why didn't you died when you're born you're piece of burden" his whole body is sweating his facial expressions turning dark he is whimpering in some unknown pain he is screaming "no no" suddenly he woke up with heavy gasping he looked at his surroundings started to realize everything was a dream he directly went to gym and started doing pushups his body is well tamed with 8 abs he is not any less to a model he have a Greek god figure

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.

It was as though Donald had been completely captivated by the attraction brought about by the Rejuvenating Pill, and the pill and the consequent effect after he took the pill was all that he could think about. Therefore, Donald knelt down without any hesitation at all as he clasped his hands together before he said to Charlie in a pious and respectful manner, “Master Wade, I didn’t know any better. I know that everyone in Aurous Hill treats and regards you as the dragon on earth. Please do not hold anything against an ordinary and common man such as myself!” Donald was indeed a very eloquent person. In order to prevent his opponent from having the opportunity to continue stepping and trampli

At the age of twenty-seven, Dawn Daniels had everything anyone wanted — women, money and power. His father was an infamous mafia don, and it was no surprise that he would inherit the family business after his father died from a heart attack. There was no other family apart from the old don who refused to remarry after Dawn’s mother passed away from childbirth. However, the young don always saw his subordinates as his family. In particular, his father’s advisor had always been a big brother Dawn never had. Ricardo was the last person Dawn expected to betray him. Yet, reality was constantly disappointing him.

The care. That meant something. That had to mean something. Right? I thought about his character. About who he really was underneath all the mistakes he'd made. Donald wasn't a bad person. He'd made bad choices, yes. He'd hurt me deeply. He'd let me down when I needed him most. But he wasn't cruel. He wasn't heartless. He was just... human. Flawed and imperfect, like everyone else.

Javier’s skewering had made her feel very cross, so it was Donald’s time to suffer the same humiliation. Donald was obviously not having any of it. “So what if I looked it up on the Internet? He’s a f*cking billionaire elite, isn’t he? Would a rich b*stard like him search sh*t on his own? If he’s got any screws loose in his head, he’ll definitely stop researching prices and sh*t on us! So what’s wrong with us earning a little extra money through all that effort, huh?

“I am not very good at accommodating people. And though you seem to be the best of those I’ve come across, my guards are still up. I never grew up with a father in the house and I made it this far without one, so I get defensive quickly. I am saying this because I believe you deserve a proper apology for the way I’ve acted towards you.” The smile on Donald’s face was impeccable. “You do not have to apologise. I admire you a lot. You dedicated yourself to your work, and you made a name for yourself. Many people would not have made it to the level you have and they would settle for blaming their condition on their absent father.” “Well, many people are idiots.” Donald laughed, “That we can agr

A smile at the corner of his mouth. I went after him, really went after him, tried to take the gun. He threw me onto the couch. "You're insane." His eyes had nothing but contempt in them. "You’re wild and unreasonable, nothing like the gentle Donna. Julie is far more sensible than you." That landed. Because I was always like this. In the trash heaps, fighting for food. Throwing myself in front of a knife for him. Biting down on whoever tried to touch him and not letting go. He used to say that was exactly what he loved.

Alessandro said, "and the Varrone name will not survive the night." Franca dropped to her knees. The Varrone men followed, their faces gray. Nico stayed where he was, touching the blood at his mouth. "Daughter," he whispered. "Vitale heir." I looked down at him. "Now you understand why your men never found me." His anger turned into desperate joy. "Then it is fine. Better than fine. We can start over. You are powerful, I am Don Varrone, and Luca is our son. Everything can be fixed."