Weak Hero Donald Na Novels & Stories

“I’m not.” He smirked. “That’s good,” he said lightly. Then— His expression changed. Fast. Sharp. Cold. “Because I don’t train weaklings gently.” My wolf growled low inside me. Good. Let’s do this. I stepped forward. “Then stop talking,” I said, planting my feet, “and fight.” For half a second— Donald actually looked impressed. Then he smiled slowly. “Finally,” he murmured. And then— He moved. FAST. I barely saw it coming.

I wouldn't have it happen again. Still, maybe I wasn't angry just at her. Maybe I was angry at myself. Because I saw the way she had always looked at me, like I was the villain in her story now. And maybe, for a moment, I was. I shook my head, straightening and brushing the thoughts aside. I was the Don. My word was law. I didn’t get the luxury of second-guessing decisions. There was no room for kindness. No room for softness that could be used against me.

I rush toward them, trying to shove past and get away, but Donald moves faster. He grabs me roughly and throws me back down. I hit the floor hard, pain exploding through my knees and hands. “Enough,” he snarls. I try to push myself up, desperation fueling me, but he presses me down easily, like I weigh nothing. “You really think you can fight me?” he mocks. “Or run away from me?” He laughs coldly. “You’ve always been weak. Everyone knows it. The fragile wolfless Luna. The one people pity.”

His ego would be crushed if he were to say the truth, but he said it anyway “Sir, you know… my problem is getting women” Donald teased him and told him that he was a woman. That he could do better in wooing them. “But if anyone agrees, leave the rest for me…she will confess I am a superman” “Superman that cannot talk to a woman?” Donald was enjoying the time. He would have seen the surprise on Samson’s face when he asked him to sit. He couldn’t believe that his boss could stoop to talk to him. Not just to talk to him but to laugh with him and make him feel at home.

Karo immediately enters the attacking position and without thinking, attacks Donny and hits him with all her might. "Is she really a beta?" Donny asks Jose? "She is very strong," he says. "Only mom and Elle are so strong," he says with a laugh. "Do you think I was challenging you in vain?" Karo asks, rushing back at him and making a taekwondo tornado kick.

He had made up his mind that this time around the double axe mob would be victorious and he would stop at nothing till that happens. Venom wasn't a drug to let go of, it was more than just a drug it was a potent and addictive substance that ensured its users always came back for more. Its euphoria-inducing effects and addictive properties made it a prized commodity on the streets, and the thought of losing out on such a lucrative opportunity left Donald seething with anger. As he brooded over his options, Donald's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at his door. John, his consigliere entered the room, a concerned look on his face.

I lowered my tone because his wolves were standing with silver swords in their hands. “Well, I don’t care about your pup, regina. It will be another trophy on my name. Alpha Adonis’ son will live under my mercy, his weakness will be in my fist and I can use it wherever he and others try to rise against me.” He smirked. Adonis was groaning, they have weakened him by trapping him under silver net. His strength to fight had drained. Clearly, Giovanni had won half the war. “I am just an ordinary woman, Alpha. You can have the prettiest and wealthiest women at your disposal. I am not worth your attention.” I cried silently.

We stepped underneath him, and then Cheyenne spoke to him one more time. "Donald, you have only one chance, and that is to go back home and forget about Carrie. She is long gone, and you will never find her." He laughed a sinister laugh, his face turning to anger as he started screaming, saying women were weak and men ruled this world. I could only stare at this monster. He is foolish. The women in my family are very strong, and they can rip you in half if they want to. But he has given that chance up. So we stood underneath him. She lowered the chain so his feet were barely touching the ground, and I spoke to the jackass.

Whatever he had in hand decided my future. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ “Power isn’t taken—it’s claimed, and I claim you.” ~ IL Don Dante.

Today was no different. The air smelled of sweat, testosterone, I almost couldn't take it. I hovered at the entrance, scanning the room, when one of the bodyguards broke away from the group and started walking straight toward me. Arnold Black Russo of all people. Gosh, I'm screwed. He was my father’s strongest and most trusted enforcer, the one man everyone whispered about with both fear and respect. At thirty two, Arnold was a wall of raw power. Tall, easily 6’4, with broad shoulders and a heavily muscled chest that tapered into a narrow waist.