Doma X Shinobu Novels & Stories

MY REBOUND DOMINEERING HUSBAND Chapter 1. Joel Richard Osteen, that's his name! The only name that makes everyone around him tremble. Even the sound of his black shiny Nike air mag shoe can make anyone just pee on their pants. The look on his face when he is angry would make anyone wish that the ground should just open and swallow him up. What about the numerous times he yells? It's a different case entirely cos he sounds just like a beast ready to devour it's prey.

And there, that was the first and last fist bump that Asahi and Cedric did. -- "Let go, I want to fight." Dominic groaned as he tries to pry Toshiro's hands away. Dominic is badly injured, and he can barely move a joint without feeling pain and discomfort. "You're fucking insane?" Toshiro scolded. "Stay here until Zacharias comes back, let the others fight those."

For a moment, he leaned back his head and closed his eyes, relishing the intimate ministrations from the slave at his feet. Another muffled scream brought his attention back to the scene in the playroom. The Dom had removed the other nipple clamp and the sub still convulsed in climax. As Jade took Scott deeper into her throat, the Dominant removed the vibrating wand and began to unfasten the woman from her bonds. When her legs threatened to buckle, the Dom supported her, murmuring softly into her ear. He led her to a table, where he bent her over face down. She lay panting, her eyes closed, as he released his erection, quickly sheathed it with a condom, and roughly impaled her from behind

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.

I saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes as they landed on me, and even then, even then, the bastard had the audacity to narrow his eyes, lips curling just enough to resemble a smirk — if wolves could smirk, this one certainly did. “You’ve been hiding like a coward,” I spat through the mind link, voice like steel. “All this time, in the shadows, scheming like the pathetic traitor you are.” Domenico growled, the sound making my blood boil hotter. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment, Xander. You think tonight will be my end?” He circled me slowly, his hulking form low and ready. “I’d like to see you try.” The trees around us pulsed with the energy of battle—snarls, yelps, claws raking f

Dax replied, sensing the shift in my demeanor. “Good. I want you to hook the drive to the main server. I want every screen from this District to the slums to show exactly what kind of Luna she wanted to be.” Three days later…… It rained on the day of the Nightshade matriarch's funeral, as if the sky was trying to wash her away. When I walk in with Ronan and a handful of guards, the whole field of people rush to turned to look at us. Ronan with his blonde hair flowing freely, and proudly Omega, a stark figure in a black suit pant and silk dress shirt tailored to perfection, his posture regal, and his chin held high despite the dark circles beneath his eyes.

The warriors barely had time to react as Dominic's hand wrapped around Shane's throat and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. Shane clawed at his wrist, choking. Dominic's eyes flashed with dangerous silver. "If you dare lay a finger on my mate or touch a single strand of hair on her head, it'll be your last day breathing." Dominic's voice was calm. "Blood ties or no blood ties," he continued, "mark my words." Then, with terrifying Alpha strength, Dominic tightened his grip and flung Shane through the air. Shane's body crashed violently into a giant stone statue before he dropped hard onto the ground.

Max is taking a water break by the supply cabinet, and Butcher is doing something mean to a training dummy in the corner. Kir is leaning against the concrete wall near the door, arms crossed tightly over his broad chest. He watches my every move with a dark, brooding intensity that makes my skin prickle with heat. "I’m a hacker, I have to calculate the variables," I point out, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Dom rolls her dark eyes. She steps into my space, her smaller frame deceptive. She’s fast, lethal, and moves like liquid. "Your speed is your only advantage against men built like Max or Kir," Dom explains, tapping my shoulder.

They were close, closer than they’d ever been, yet Sasha couldn’t shake the feeling that this calm was a fragile illusion, a moment of peace before a final storm. Dominic stood by the wide windows, his silhouette framed against the lights of the city below. He was shirtless, his form lit in flickering shadows, the sharp planes of his face softened as he gazed out, deep in thought. Sasha watched him from the doorway, her heart twisting with a mix of fear and desire. Every scar on his skin, every line of tension in his stance, told her he was carrying the weight of what lay ahead. The reality of his past, the betrayal, the power struggle with Isabella—it was all etched into him.