Dominic D'angelo Novels & Stories

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

“Be careful.” Juan’s tone sharpened. “You want a war, Dominic? Because this is how you get one.” “No,” Dominic said. “You’re the one bringing war to my door. Based on lies.” Juan didn’t respond at first. He took a long breath through his nose. Then Dominic added, “Marco Bellini? That man?” "Yes, your man." “I fired him. Months ago.”

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

"You're still so young. What if he's not…" "He is mum, I know he is." She sighs. "Baby, first love is intense but it doesn't mean it's…" She looks at me and doesn't finish that sentence. "I know people who… ok, so you remember the stories of Tasha Palmer? She was obsessed with Alpha Abaddon for years, she convinced herself they were meant to be, that the goddess got it wrong, even after he married Sera and they were pregnant. She wouldn't let it go."

Elijah and I looked at one another then at him “there’s a picture in my left pocket, pull it out, maybe you’d recognize the man” His voice was stable as he spoke, but the black circles under his eyes, how much weight he seemed to have lost, and even his drowsiness told me that he wasn’t mentally stable. Elijah put his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting up, and doing it himself. He walked toward him, and pulled out the picture, and handed it to me without looking at it. I knew who the man was. However, I wasn’t stupid as to get into such a case with a person like him, we weren’t even in charge of him in this department. “Lorenzo D’Angelo” Elijah stated sitting beside me “what does a m

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

she grasped his neck further “Right here” a manly voice answered by the door and she turned, it was legion with Dali and his other alphas “Let the boy go” he ordered, she let out a wicked grin before dropping Henry on his face. “Legion, Long times no see” she smiled wickedly “Nimueh” he answered dryly, Dali fueled with animal instinct and reflex dashed towards her. Nimueh used force to push her hands into Dali’s chest, grabbing her heart and squeezing with no mercy

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.