101 Dalmatians Domino Novels & Stories

Placing Domino onto the countertop and refilling his bowl, I look ahead to see Elaine shaking a helpless Charles back and forth as she proposes, “I’ll forget about it all if you take us out somewhere nice. You visit a lot, but don’t even ask after me or go see me! Try to say no, and I’ll break all your bones so no woman would ever want you anymore” ‘We’ve gotta give it to him. That dude goes through a lot in our hands’ I chuckle, scooping up ice-cream and raising it to Domino’s lips. He parts eagerly and swipes the spoon clean, shivering a little with a big red smile that has me chuckling amusedly.

the North Hartvale Alpha asked. #Loud and clear, sir,# Dom replied this time. “And?” #And nothing.# “You do realize that my pack outnumbers yours five to one on average, right?” #Oh you’re good at math and statistics. Good for you, Kane Dumont,# Dom teased the man. #Any other special skills you wanna brag about?# “Are you crazy?!” Little Todd suddenly snapped. She walked up to the desk and slammed her hands down. “You are speaking to Kane Dumont, you silly dog. Do you want your pack of mongrels extinguished?!”

Eve The leash has been loosened. It hasn't been cut. Dominik Grimaldi doesn't cut ties, he reinforces them with steel cabling and calls it freedom. But the choke collar is gone. I stand in the center of my office, packing a slim leather briefcase. "You’re taking Enzo," Dominik says from the doorway. He isn't wearing a jacket. His white shirt is rolled to the elbows, exposing the muscle and veins. He looks relaxed, leaning against the glass frame, but his eyes are tracking my every move like a radar system.

Not until,a voice said— “One hundred thousand dollars!” Silence ensued throughout the room.The men were whispering now.It seemed as though no one could outbid that amount. Most of the men turned to trace who the voice belonged to. Isabelle couldn't help but look up to see who she now belonged to. Her eyes stopped to examine the man who had just bought her for a hundred thousand dollars.He was just as she had expected,twice as old as her father.The aura around him was unmistakable. “It’s Don Domenico Lombardi,” one whispered.

In the days that followed, I spent more time out of my cage and chained up close to Domenico. The atmosphere held more tension than usual, even with fewer men. The rumble beneath the surface was obviously unusual, especially because I’d seen both the fear and reverence for la Bestia. The atmosphere created a buzzing in my veins, an anxiety of what would happen when it came to a head. Domenico entered the room carrying a box. It was evident by the flex of his muscles that it had some heft. It clanged when he dropped it to the ground near me.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

"Two hot dogs." The stall owner smiled gently. "Would you like anything on them?" Lilith began counting on her fingers. "I want fried chicken, fries, chicken nuggets—" "Two deluxe hot dogs," Dominic cut in quickly. "Alright, please wait a moment," the stall owner said with a smile. Dominic took out his phone to scan the code. "That'll be five dollars, right?" "Mhm." The stall owner nodded and returned to her work. At that moment, Dominic's attention shifted to the figure beside them.

Lombardi, and as clingy as it sounds, I would like to meet Dark in real life, not just over some filthy phone calls. “So, babe, make sure you serve the big bad wolf.” I looked at her, not knowing what she meant, and she continued, “Mr. Domenico Lombardi, of course.” She said, and I nodded. “Don’t say a word or try to strike up a conversation with him; just throw in some innocent touches, like maybe brushing his hand accidentally while serving him; that is your mission; you got that?” “But why?” “Because he’s your mat… I mean, target. You don’t want Kate winning, do you?”

cats can have a mind of their own" "I know, right?" "I glad you had a great time" Tommy says patting my head. I sipped from my glass. "I'll be eating now" I chocked on my water almost snapping my neck from how fast I turned. At the far corner of the room by the glass window is Dominiko. His hands resting casually in his black pants pocket. An equally black fitted suit, black shirt, no tie with the first two buttons undone. He looks devilishly handsome, like an angel, well, in his case a fallen angel.

“Are you going to cheer loud tonight?” “I’m going to bang on the glass with Dada’s sweater!” Liam declared, holding up a miniature dark navy Royals jersey with number 9 on the sleeves. Dominic poured three glasses of orange juice, setting one down in front of me. His fingers brushed against mine, a lingering touch that carried a wave of calm through our bond. “Chloe will bring him to the owner’s box before the warmups,” Dominic said, leaning against the counter beside me. “He’ll be right behind our bench.”