Finlay Donovan Is Killing It Novels & Stories

“Hey! You lot!” Donovan didn’t let them finish. He was a blur of motion. He caught the first one’s arm, twisted, and drove his knife up under the ribcage. The man crumpled with a choked gasp. Finn engaged the second, a short, brutal exchange of blows that ended with Finn slamming the wolf’s head against the stone wall. He went down and didn’t move. “Keep moving!” Donovan urged, barely glancing at the fallen men. My training kicked in, a cold, detached part of my mind taking over. I scanned shadows, listened for footsteps, kept my body between Dorothy and any open space. This wasn’t practice. This was the real, raw, ugly thing. The smell of blood was coppery and thick.

So maybe she did it for her. But if she did, then— “Why the hell is it moving?” Donovan speaks way too loudly close to my ears. His loud ass voice rings in my ear and I grunt before throwing my fist back and hitting him square in the jaw. His attention wasn’t on me which I know is the reason I landed that hit. “Fuck.” He groans, taking a step back. When he shakes the pain off, he glares at me. “Fuck you.” “Whatever.” I mumbled and returned to the video we were watching.

" Donavan yelled when he saw his son trapped in a car. "Don't worry, I'll make you watch as he dies," Flynn said. "Light him up, Sebastian," he ordered. "You wanted to kill Arabella and I in the same way right? Now watch as he suffers," Austin said to Donavan. Donavan turned to the side and watched as Sebastian pressed a button. "No!" He yelled and tried to go to his son but he was held back. BOOM!!! The car exploded with Donavan's son in it. "Now you know how I felt for the last twenty years without my daughter!" Flynn said to the frantic Donavan.

Deep down, he knew that their words held a glimmer of truth, a painful reminder that his control over his son's fate was slipping through his fingers. Donovan stormed into his home, the remnants of anger still coursing through his veins. He couldn't fathom how those elders dared to respond to him, he is a former Lycan King, as if his authority held no weight. Donovan's pride, wounded by their defiance, refused to accept a reality where his power and influence were diminished.

Mica said aggrievedly, “Senior, I’m helping you. I can’t bear watching you become a cuckold. This is simply a great insult.” ‘That’s right! You keep mentioning such a great insult in front of so many people. Are you helping me to achieve the title of a cuckold?’ Smack! Donovan smacked Mica’s neck, knocking her unconscious. Immediately afterward, he looked at Ynes. “Now the matter has come to this point, I don’t want to say anything anymore. I, Donovan Orlando, have my reputation turned into a laughing stock because of you. So kill yourself now, and I won’t take my anger out on your Yorkshire Palace.”

"WITH ALL THE AUTHORITY I HOLD, BEING YOUR BROTHER. I, FLETCHE DONOVAN, ANNOUNCE YOU, EMERSON DONOVAN and ALEX JEFFERSON AS LAWFUL FIANCÉ. YOU MAY KISS YOUR FIANCÈ''. Fletcher announced clearing his throat, holding a bottle as Mic. And as if any more crimson was left for Alex, he helplessly snuggled into a happy, laughing Emerson. ******** Tabby

Clearly, she wasn’t. Donovan laughed louder. “That slap echoed, man. Like a church bell in a cathedral. I swear my ancestors felt it.” Kelvin shot them a deadly glare, but it only made them laugh more. Donovan leaned on the desk, grinning. "Be honest, did it hurt?" Kelvin didn’t reply, but the way his jaw tightened said enough. "Alina’s got some serious aim," Donovan said, shaking his head. "I respect that." Kelvin’s fists clenched. "Get out."