101 Dalmatians Domino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"How do I go to him now? What if I break him?" Matteo placed a hand on Dominic’s shoulder. "You don’t. Not today. We wait." --- That night, Dominic returned alone to the water pump. Jonah had long gone home, but his sketchbook had slipped behind a rock. Dominic picked it up, opened it. His eyes widened. There, on one page, was the black SUV. On another page was a boy with a familiar pendant. On another—his old house in the city. Perfectly drawn. Dominic’s hands trembled.

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.

“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.

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

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.

He slammed it shut a second later. "Get this to Lina," Dominic barked. "Tell her to crawl so far up Takahashi’s ass she can see what he had for breakfast. If that Japanese shark spends a single yen on a stick of gum, I want the receipt before the ink is dry." "I'm on it," Hugo said, reaching for the file. Dominic didn't let go. He pulled a crumpled card from his pocket, scribbled a series of numbers, and slid it across the wood. "Give her this, too. Tell her it’s time to call Noah Kim."

I say under my breath, but apparently loud enough that Domino hears it. He turns around and then asks, “What did you just say?” “When Dominic was on his death bed, the old doctor brought in a lich to save his life. I had to sign a contract for my soul and my first-born pup. He had already tried to claim them once, but now I guess he wins.” After I say it, I grimace at the sheer thought of losing one of my babies to him. “Well, clearly we have to do something about that. Can’t Dominic have him tracked down and killed or make some other kind of deal with him instead?” He looks worried and yet he hasn’t even finished the test.