David Dobrik Dom Durte Novels & Stories

Kurt said with pride in his voice. “Wow, a Doctor! Smart as well as beautiful!” Domenic said. Kurt growled, and Domenic rolled his eyes. “Down boy, you know I don’t swing that way,” Domenic said with a wink to Grace. Grace giggled And Cassandra smiled much to Kurt’s annoyance. “Still, Dom watch yourself with my girlfriend!” Kurt snapped. “Your girlfriend? I thought that “ Dom stopped very quickly as Kurt glared his murderous stare at him. He thought that This woman was just another “associate”, Kurt had never introduced anyone as his partner. The woman beside him blushed very deeply.

The subscriber list pinged open. There he was. Robert W. Hartwell. Age: 47. Occupation: Investment banker. Known usernames: ObeyMeAlpha, HumbledDaddy86, and, most damningly, DevotedToDomica. Priscilla’s father. Dominique stared at the screen, lips parting slowly into a smile so subtle it barely moved her face. “Bingo.” The next morning, school buzzed with rumors about Dominique’s dethroning. Whispers floated through lockers and bleachers like glitter laced with blood.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

He could never measure up to a brother he felt he should have never been in competition with, a brother he felt superior to. “Four guys tackled him, sending him down to his knees, but he couldn’t shake them off. One held his head while Roman broke a glass bottle and raked it over Dom’s face.” Luca shook his head. “His screams…It was only his first swipe, but they underestimated Dom. They relaxed, while he gained focus despite the agony he was in.” The explosiveness of la Bestia was one I’d seen before. The way he moved was disarming in its speed and force.

She could feel the tension radiating off of Jade, could sense the same fear that gripped her own chest. "As you know," Detective Johnson began, steepling his fingers on his desk, "the evidence against Marcus DeMarco and Karen Statton is quite compelling. With the USB drive and your eyewitness testimony, we have a solid case against them." Cassandra felt a flicker of relief at his words. Perhaps this was finally over... perhaps justice would be served at last. "But," the detective continued, his expression turning grim, "there are still some loose ends to tie up. For one, we haven't been able to locate Mr. DeMarco. He seems to have disappeared off the grid."

The trio waved at her in a friendly manner and left, leaving Boma stunned by what had just happened. Boma went to use the restroom before leaving. As she entered the common area, she overheard a conversation between a couple of girls in one of the stalls. She paused and listened intently when she heard Donovan's name mentioned. The girls' voices were distinct: one was tiny and high-pitched, while the other was bold and assertive. "Someone told me that Donovan, the guy running for SUG President, is a cultist," the tiny voice claimed. "Did you know that?"

“Weren’t you a runaway? I believe that having a wedding is not the smartest thing to do. Hell, even being here can be dangerous for you, and with pulling the right strings, I can make sure that even this marriage doesn’t happen.” “Who the hell do you think you are to threaten me?” He asked, and Diablo smiled. “I am not. But if you are wondering who I am, in front of you stands Diablo Duraturo, the last person that you fucking want to mess with.” He said, nodding at the door. “Leave, you have five minutes, or trust me when I say, you are not going to like how this evening ends for you. Both of you…”

"Not enough." Dominic frowned. "Then what do you plan to do, Miss Wright? Fire me?" "It's simple. You know about David Dubois' project, right? It was originally handled by your team. I'll give you one week to secure it," Jewel said. "Miss Wright, I think you should know that he had an accident," Dominic replied calmly. He had not expected this to be the issue. With his special ability, he might have a chance to encounter David again, but he would not exploit someone's lingering attachment to secure a deal.

"Look, let's get one thing straight here. I don't know what went down between you and the asshole, and I really don't care. But if we're gonna dance this dance with each other, you're gonna have to stop comparing me to him. I doubt he'd even come close anyway, so it's a waste of time." Well, aren't we just full of ourselves this morning? Though she was pretty sure he was right. Paul, for all that he was a doctor while Kyle was most likely a member of some biker gang somewhere, was no match for this one in the manly man stakes. And what did he mean by that crack? 'If we're gonna dance this dance with each other?' Who asked you to?

I didn't know what I was expecting but when Dominic opened the laptop and showed me a mug shot, my eyes widened. He looked to be in his late twenties, sporting a dark buzz cut and a neatly trimmed beard. He had a black eyebrow piercing and I could see the tattoos sneaking up his neck stopping just below his jawline. Lucas was smirking with his head tilted up slightly, almost mockingly and that alone told me the man feared no one. "Holy shit, he's fine." I blurted without thinking. The laptop was slammed closed and I jumped. Yurik let out a loud laugh and shook his head.