Weak Hero Donald Na Novels & Stories

I pressed my back against the wall, trying to fade into the shadows. "...he has to be weak before the challenge," a familiar voice said. It was Elder Donald. I could clearly picture the stout man, the one who hated Kael so much standing with his arms crossed and is face stern. I crept closer, peeking through the narrow gap in the doorway. I saw Donald leaning across a table just like I had describe him. "We cannot risk Kael being at full strength for the duel," Donald insisted, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "He has to be weak to make it easier to kill him unless he will take advantage of his youthful exuberance and kill me.”

Phoebe praised him. "Except for being handsome?" Donald still wanted to hear something else. Phoebe thought for a while before replying, "You are diligent, responsible, and considerate." Donald smiled and hugged her tighter, "In the future, you will be able to understand my strengths even more." "What other strengths do you have!" Phoebe blinked her eyes. "I have good physical strength! I'm sure you're satisfied." Donald whispered into her ear. Phoebe blushed suddenly, and hit him, "Don't be too good."

Donald scolded, pacing the length of floor in front of his desk as he hung his head low with remorse evident on his face. “I couldn’t just let them freely harass her. “Those straight bastards!” He cursed. “Sure, the reasons behind your actions were valid, but that doesn’t justify why you had to punch that man. Mr Samuels is known to be a very ruthless and powerful tycoon. You wouldn’t want to have him as an enemy,” Donald advised. He threw his head back in laughter. “How big a shot is he? Compared to me he’s a subordinate,” Micheal corrected. Smugly.

“I’m told you’ve been useful to my wife. Introductions. A stylist. Coffee, I understand, on a fairly regular schedule.” I said nothing. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t be a confession of something. “I want to be clear with you,” Donald went on, “because I don’t think anyone has been. “You are, in the scheme of things that matter, a very small man. An entertainer. A face that gets recognised in restaurants and forgotten by the time the bill arrives. “I don’t say that to be cruel. I say it because I think somewhere in the last month you’ve begun to believe you’re something else, and I’d rather correct that now, gently, than watch you find out the hard way.”

I see David morano walk into the restaurant at exactly 8am, with two bodyguards towing along behind him He takes a seat in front of me, and I grip my bag tightly, with my heart beating loudly, and I fear he can hear it. “ I never knew ladies could be punctual, nice first impression anyways” David morano says, I however Keep mute, which creates more tension between us. “ I’m sure you didn’t ask to meet so you could keep mute, what do you want?” David asks. “I want an extension of the debt payment period can you do that?” I say.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

It was time to remind everyone who the hell I was. Donald’s name had been sitting on my hit list for too long. He was the one who’d led the coup against me back when I went looking for Venus. My own warriors—wolves I trained, fed, and trusted—had turned on me because of him. I had spared his life once, thinking I was being merciful. But mercy was weakness. And weakness was something I could no longer afford. I turned to my Beta, Conrad. He stood by the door, stiff as ever. “Get the men ready,” I said. “We ride to Bloodclaw today.”

So exhausted. Donald's chest tightened.

Mike asked with shock. "I don't know but he said something about special one" Alexandra told them and they become quite. "What the hell that supposed to mean" Pheuk asked. "Yeah, they are just a underworld don then how the hell they can do all those things, and special one, you mean a subject one?" Win questioned. Adom rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath. "He's a Don, a simple Don nothing more." He spoke. "I doubt he sent her into any dream. Where did you wake up exactly?" He asked Alexnadra.

I hated how weak I felt lately. Ever since that night. Ever since Lena. I took a sip and leaned against the counter, trying to breathe normally. Donald’s voice dropped. “I meant it. I’ll do anything.” Xenia said, “Okay. Then help me.” I didn’t hear what came after that. I didn’t want to. *** Later, Donald passed out on the couch. Xenia and I sat at the kitchen table. The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge. My fingers were wrapped around my mug so tight my knuckles hurt.