Dominic D'angelo Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Dominic won’t know what hit him.” Aurora's POV Dominic was restless that evening, pacing the length of our bedroom as I sat on the bed, watching him with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly, knowing he wouldn’t want to burden me with his troubles. He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Patrick,” he admitted after a moment. “He’s working with someone dangerous, someone who has the resources to cause real damage.” My heart sank. “Who?” “Carlos Santana,” Dominic said, his voice tight with frustration. “He’s an underground power broker, known for toppling empires and leaving chaos in his wake. If Patrick has teamed up with him…” He trailed off, his expression darkening.

His voice was already beginning to sound very annoying. Still, Angelo said nothing. He adjusted his cufflinks and glanced out the window as the violinists played. “I haven't seen her yet,” he muttered. “What?” Aurelio laughed. “You’re marrying her, and you still have no idea of what she looks like?” “That's because I don't need to know what she looks like. You keep forgetting, she's not a bride, she's a tool.” Silence fell for a second. “I’ll use this alliance to bury the Red Devils from inside. And she, whoever she is… she would be the first to break.” Angelo said coldly.

“At the time, Francesco held a very important position. Even though he spent less time with me, he was there when I wasn’t. He was my shadow. My replacement.” His eyes held mine. “Do you know how capable someone has to be to replace me?” I stared at him, unsure what to say. “But what did you gain in the end?” I asked quietly. “A man fueled entirely by anger.” He said it with a strange light in his eyes, as if he wasn’t talking only about Francesco. He lifted his glass but didn’t drink. “Not love. Not joy. Anger. That’s real fuel.” “But he stopped working for you so tell me, was it worth it?”

“You called?” “You fucking bastard,” Dante, the D’Angelo Alpha, the man who not only married a thief, but learned to accept the fact that she was nothing but a traitor who worked for his father. I didn’t even understand how he managed to look at her after she had worked as a whore for his father, but then again, I doubted that he cared considering the experience that she had. “Nice hearing from you, Dante…” “What is the meaning of this, Alessio?” He asked, stopping me.

My pups start to move. Klaus sits me naked on the bed, fascinated, and with his hand on my stomach, he says: - Angel, I've said it before, and I'll say it all my life: you are a true angel who came to bless my life. You and our pups are the most important people in my life. I love you. I want to have lots of kids with you. - Lots of... Maybe next time, you can carry them, right? Dominic left for New York with Ulric to be CEO, and the PA went with them.

I'm so freaking turned on by them that I want to cry. I go to take a step towards the shower but he's quicker than me and within seconds he's standing in front of me pulling me into him. "Are you sure that you want to play with fire, baby girl?" his eyes are blazing and the growl in his voice is low and could be seen as scary. Hell, maybe I should be scared but I'm not. What I am is horny as hell. I have a feeling that Nicky loves to be dominant in bed, that he wants to push me to my limits and in all honesty I think I want that too.

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

He looks so cute. I'll ignore the fact that he just called me Cherry and held my hand. "I'll do it. But only because you look so cute." He smirked and winked, "Thanks Angel, but I'm not cute, I'm sexy and I know it!" And here comes his cocky self. Concieted bastard! ***** Bloom M.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Even without being sure, she knew Angelo’s gaze was on her. “Who was that?” Luca asked when he got to Angelo. His gaze following the already diminishing figure of the strange woman that was talking to his son a while ago. “A friend.” Angelo shrugged as he shifted his gaze to his father. “A friend?” Angelo nodded. “But…” Luca made to say but Angelo interrupted him. “Let’s go home daddy. You were late again today.” Angelo interrupted with a frown as Luca forced himself to ignore the subject they were on earlier. “I had an important meeting with some clients from New York.”