Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

“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.

“And yet, in all the years I’ve worked under his instructions, I’ve never once seen his face. Never spoken to him directly. Only emails. Only you.” The assistant shifted uncomfortably. “That is how he prefers it.” I slammed my palm against the table, startling both men. “Enough. Who is he? What is his name?” The assistant swallowed hard. “D’Angelo. Lorenzo D’Angelo.” The name sent a chill through me. It was foreign, strange...too perfect. “Italian,” I whispered. Rami’s brows knitted. “Have you ever researched him?” “Yes,” the assistant said quickly. “He’s very private. That’s all.”

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous. Her body went still. Then his voice dropped lower, laced with venom and promise. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you never said …I do.” Angelo placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer in… closer than fear, closer than escape. He leaned in, his smile picture perfect for the cameras. “Now kiss your groom,” he murmured. Then…. His breath ghosted over her lips before sealing the moment with a kiss… cold, calculated and final.

“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

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword