Weak Hero Donald Na Novels & Stories

Randell exclaimed. "I'll pay you back when my mom gives me my allowance next month, alright? I'll even double the amount!" I felt my heart sink to my stomach. "No! There's a red alert here! And I've already told you that I don't have any money with me now! I want to get out of this place! I don't even have the money to stay at the hotel anymore!" Randell laughed coldly and said, "You're really something, Cassidy Stanford. You can even resort to faking a red alert notification just to cause trouble with me on purpose.

"Cree, where are you?" My eyes sting from the smoke as I push through the panicked crowd. Faces blur past me, some streaked with ash, others contorted in fear. I can barely hear my own voice over the cacophony of screams. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes land on a familiar figure. It's Cree, tied to a wall with thick silver chains that bind his wrists and ankles. Blood trickles down his face, mingling with the bruises that mar his skin. The glint of silver reflects off his limp body, sapping him of his strength. My great grandmother's words echo in my mind - werewolves and silver do not mix. It is their ultimate weakness. And here he is, the strongest wolf I know, subdued by this simple me

Part of me, the animal one, hadn’t wanted her to let go. She’s my wife, I thought. The image of her onstage, walking beside me, the breath that had left her at the sight of people watching it sits in my head like a small and dangerous thing. She didn’t understand what it meant, that night. She didn’t know the weight of the mantle she had been given. She didn’t understand what being Dona of the Crown Family meant. I should not have to teach someone the brutality of our world, but the truth is we either make them part of us, or we risk them becoming weak seams that split and unravel in the worst moments.

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

“You waste your time on weakness.” Lucas pulled away, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “The only weakness here is you, Father,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. For the first time, doubt flickered across Donald’s face.

“I’ll take care of his guild members next. You have to believe that I can kill him easily with my strength,” the mysterious man said smugly. He could not deal with everyone at once, but he could take care of a few at a time easily. “In that case, take down the championship this time and show me how good you are,” Donald bargained with the other party. If this person was really that good, he could get first place for Donald. Donald was very interested in the legendary Warble Mountain.

The whole thing had just been a bluff to scare Donald. Wiping his cold sweat, Donald straightened up and taunted, "Ms. Rhodes, Dr. Aicker, it's impossible for you to save that punk from me." "Tell me your conditions for releasing him," Lauren demanded icily. Donald snorted, regaining his arrogant demeanor. "No condition. Even God himself couldn't get that kid out of here today." Just as he finished speaking, two people walked into his office. "That's quite a statement, Mr. Warren. If God can't do it, would you at least show some respect to us?"

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

“Ah, so that’s the story my son told you. Of course. The dutiful version.” Donald took another step closer. “You see, I was the one who built everything. The empire, the blackwood name that everyone now fears and loves! And then they called me a monster because I refused to let weakness ruin it.” His eyes flickered, and for a moment, the veneer cracked. “Do you know what weakness did to me, Thea? It gave me a son who hated me. A wife who betrayed me. And now a daughter-in-law who thinks she’s better than me.”

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to