101 Dalmatians Domino Novels & Stories

I would make sure his death was slow and painful. And after that I would go after all his children and take them out one by one. Then I would end with that new wife of his since he killed the mother of his kids. He had three sons and one daughter. The older daughter was dead as far as I knew. Rumor had it that Alfonso killed her when she refused to marry Domenico. If I were her, I would have refused too. Domenico was a dirty sleeze who loved little girls. His men called him a child raper. He took advantage of little girls and payed their families off so they wouldn’t sue him. Not that suing would make a difference.

Sensing that the Pet was on the warpath on behalf of her friend, Siobhan, St just hastily handed her a few invites he had had someone design. “Dom was getting these down for his wedding in India,” he said, pinning a charming smile on his face. Bianca stared at him suspiciously. “So, I wanted to know which you liked…” he went on, pulling her into his arms and dropping a kiss on her nape. Mollified, the Pet snuggled against his side, and they chose a handful. O’Grady joined them after making sure that Cian was not about to cause any immediate damage in the room.

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Diana shouted. Dominic got up suddenly making the chair he was sitting on fall backward. He then stomped his hands between Diana's head. "Dion Charlotte?" he asks sharply. "The girl who was used as a slave in the Ben family? Huh... You deserve to act like this. I know all your stories from Ben. It's quite interesting to hear, and I didn't think you were interesting," Dominic continued as he looked at Diana's eyes with her blood-red eyes. Still, in the same position, Dominic grabbed a few strands of this human hair and gripped it tightly. “You know what? Your beloved sister is currently getting married in Raltz.”

“What’s that?” He dipped his hand into his pockets and took out a black blind fold. “I’ll tie this first.” “Dom… what have you planned out?” She asked, smiling as she turned around for him to tie the blind fold. “All you’ve got to do is stand pretty and wait,” he said. “Okay,” she nodded. Domingo knelt on one knee. In his hands was the box containing the black diamond ring. “You can untie the blind fold,” he said softly.

He immediately pulled me outside the gate. He was about to lead me to his car but I did not flinch. "Wait up, what are we gonna talk about, Primo?" "Of course, the deal," he replied. "No deal for today. She's going with me." Doom appeared in a black shirt paired with cargo pants.

Dom would want the extra protection around me. After what feels like hours Dom begins to slow and I peek up at him. His fur is hot from the physical strain he just placed on his body and it is making me sweat. Finally, he stops completely and I realize the entire pack is panting wildly. As I look around at them I am saddened by how hard their chests are rising and falling. Even their tongues are out. Domenico's body shrinks a little and I am greeted with his human face when I look up at him again.

"It’s a yellow box. No, wait. Is it yellow, Sera?" "Bright yellow! With the Flintstones on the front!" I yelled from the sofa. "It has... prehistoric cartoons on the front," Dominic relayed, sounding like he was reciting a hostage demand. "And it needs to be the one with the marshmallows. Marcus, if you bring back the one without the marshmallows, you are fired. I don't care if you have to fly to the US embassy in Rome and raid their pantry. Find. The. Box."

In less than twenty-four hours after I met Dominic, he killed his beloved Presa Canario, Brutus, whom he had raised for five loving years. Dominic was a notorious figure in Crestfall’s elite circle. He was eccentric and ruthless. Everyone who knew him was aware of his two major obsessions: dogs and women. He had raised many breeds of dogs. The only thing they had in common was their aggression and viciousness. He trained them using live animals. Other than chickens and rabbits, he often used human flesh to train them.

"Advising. Right. Very civic-minded of you." As Miller walked off, Lina leaned in. "Two hundred thousand? Or did you get him at a discount?" "Two-fifty," Dominic corrected. "Inflation's a bitch." The music changed to a slow, heavy waltz. Dominic grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the floor. No request, just a command. "Watch the rhythm," he said, pulling her flush against him. "Watch the exits," she snapped. "Victor has Russian hardware. He isn't going to wait for dessert."