101 Dalmatians Domino Novels & Stories

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.

Dominic stared into her eyes and continued to smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been a nice powder pink, or a dark rose. But Romini made them a glowing neon pink. I didn’t know that he knew what that color was. It didn’t work with anything else in the area and it was glaringly out of place.” Raven complained as if she didn’t notice at all that Dominic was flirting with her. Dominic closed his eyes before his chin fell to his chest before he looked up again to her eyes.

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

[Max’s POV] Damen is the devil himself! I love that man. I had not expected to take it this far already with our little mate, as she is human, and I am fighting so hard to not freak her out. Then, here comes Damen with his dark brilliance, bringing our mate to sit on my lap so we can play. Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is.

“You’re a good doc, Domino, but I’m going to need you to butt out this time.” I laugh. Dante’s voice is beautiful. “Fine!” Dr. Domino throws his hands up. “See what I care. You’re getting on a fucking plane, anyway.” He yanks a few orange prescription bottles out of the pocket of his leather duster. “Take these if you don’t want to die of infection.” He slams them down on top of the mini-fridge next to the door and storms out. Dante doesn’t wait a second before racing to join me in bed. Still, I notice the way his left leg drags behind him a little. And the sling—

"Are you sure you won't want to use any of these things, little one?" She shook her head. "No. I took out the wand and the rabbit. I won't use the other things. Certainly not alone." Pink crept into her cheeks. Judd looked back to the dildos in various sizes, shapes, and colors, the jeweled plugs in different sizes, a vicious-looking pair of nipple clamps, and the other items. "And any Dom worth having would buy new toys, little one. It would be very poor form to use another Dom's toys. Now…" He raised his eyes to meet hers. "About the collar and lead."

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 who was behind the wheels said, increasing his speed. "What car?" Dre said without looking up from his tablet. Sitting on the seat beside Dominic was Dmitri. He was dressed in black, just like every other person in the car. He peeked outside the window, his gaze hardening when he noticed the black car that was tailing them. "Shit, they've got us cornered" Dom cursed loudly, manoeuvring the steering wheel. He slammed hard on the brakes, throwing them forward. Dre unhooked his seatbelt, slipping out his gun. He nodded at him, ordering him to open the door.

He placed his hands on his thigh and smiled, “I have goods worth millions of dollars in there too, but I'm calm and composed. You should do the same.” Sandros clenched his fists tightly, “Really?” he leaned back and crushed the glass of wine in his hands, “Then you have a few hours left. I want my goods delivered in eight hours. Once it takes longer than that, I'll have your head.” Dominic swallowed hard before leaving, feeling the urge to punch Sandros in the face. If he would deliberately keep his goods, would he deliver himself to the tiger's den? He would have traveled out of the city before Sandros could find out.

her face lit up, “how does Vitale look? I couldn’t even get a picture of Adonis. Honestly, I was a little tired after Elias.” “Obviously! You offered me more deets than I expected.” She shrugged. I said, “To answer your question, he is kinda handsome.” “Kinda handsome?” She turned her cell to me with the same shirtless picture of Dom. “Anywhere near him? I would throw myself at him if I ever saw him. Just look at his face. Men like him aren’t supposed to be real.” “Domenico’s a ten.” She nodded in agreement as if I’d spoken nothing truer to her. I chuckled. “Adonis is a nine-point-seven-five.”