Dominic Fike Ethnicity Novels & Stories

He was leaning heavily on a cane, his silhouette familiar yet distorted by a permanent limp. Dominic. He wasn't wearing the sharp suits he used to favor. He was in a simple black coat, his face pale and etched with the lines of someone who had stared into the abyss and refused to blink. Behind him stood a small, elite group of men—not Board soldiers, but the Blackwood Loyalists, the ones who had served his father before him. "A touching reunion," Dominic said, his voice a dry rasp. "The Queen and her new executioner. You look... different, Sienna. Sharper. More dangerous."

Krystal said. Dominik looked up at them, then his eyes traveled to his watch. “Wow already. You guys came faster than I expected.” He sat up and Kairi got a good look at him. He had wavy medium golden brown hair that came a little bit past his ear. The beard stubble that laid on his face was well groomed and went well with his whole business look. She couldn’t really see what color his eyes was but he was really handsome. His Russian accent was just the topping on the cake.

“Do you like my name?" DJ nodded his head. “My name is also Dominic too," DJ confessed. “My Mum told me she gave me my father's name. If you are my father, then you should know my full name." Dominic's eyes got teary. He knew the child maybe had his first and last name, but he wondered if Celeste would really give him all the same names as him. But he still decided to wing it. “If you have the same name as me, then your name is, Dominic Tomas Giuseppe Black… Junior." He added the last part.

"Don't tell me you're a righteous man, Prince Dominic. I have evidence to suggest that you, have collided with the Celtic Empire." "What!" "What's going on?" "How's this possible, young man, don't talk rubbish." Prince Dominic's face began to sweat up. 'What does this kid know?' Jake saw his nervous face and grinned. "That's right. I admit I pretended to be Prince Dominic to drive the Celts away. But something I found out from the general of the Celts, Thirty Mugler, while we were negotiating, is that, this man, Prince Dominic, is in an alliance with the Celtic Empire."

The cold man was getting annoyed. "I apologize, Sir. I will take my leave then." The young turned to leave. "Hold on, Ethan" "Yes, Sir?" Dominic readjusted in his seat and let out a slight cough. "I'm going to ask you a question but I want you to bear in mind that I'm only asking for a friend." "Friend?!" Ethan was surprised. He knew that Dominic has no single friend. You're either a family member, a business partner or a client. Any other relationship outside these three things doesn't exist in Dominic's world.

"Dom, I know what you're capable of! You have your ways and connections. You've traveled far and wide over the years, and I'm sure you've made many friends. Sometimes, you can find things that are impossible to find. “Austin had been missing for too long, and police couldn't trace his whereabouts. We aren’t dealing with ordinary people, so you must help me! He's also a Fike. For the sake of our family…" "For our family’s sake?!" Dominic interrupted him angrily. "What rights do you have to talk about us being a family?! When I left, you said I was not part of the Fike Family! You said everything belonged to you, and I won't get a share. From then on, I had nothing to do with the Fike family!

“And you kept pulling at your jeans, just like that. Little moans slipped out, and I watched you become more and more aroused while they devised a plan to share you. You don’t remember, but afterward I threatened anyone who touched you and shot the vilest one in the leg.” I didn’t remember anything after he made me come and come again. “You asserted your dominance.” He nodded. “I was forced to. Roman doesn’t like that he has to follow my command.” “Why is that?” “Because he is a Ferrante, and above everyone in the organization who isn’t a Ferrante.” There was more. A secret, but he wasn’t going to willingly give it up. “What’s your last name?” I asked. I knew him only as Domenico or la Besti

Yuri locked his beefy fingers together on his chest. "For now," Dominic said. "Yes, for Now." Yuri echoed. It was no secret that should the family ever lose their wealth and power, they would lose their standing. Their enemies would close in on them, but for now, they ruled the underworld. Dominic opened the top drawer on the desk, seemingly looking for something. He pulled out a pen and a writing pad. "Yuri?" Dominic cleared his throat. "Yes Sir," Yuri answered exuberantly, ready to serve. "After the funeral is over, I want to take a wife."

However, to our surprise, the bike was nowhere to be seen and I narrowed my eyes when I saw tribal folk standing in its stead. “Oh fuck ! I forgot,” Dominic cursed and strode towards the mentioned people inspite of our protests. “Where the fuck do you think are you going ?” Kai growled as he dashed after Dominic and caught his arm from behind. “I am going to the people who raised me,” Dominic shrugged and Kai and I stared at him in disbelief. What ?! “I think we should just follow them,” I whispered to Kai and he nodded in silent agreement in return. While Dominic chatted away with his folks in their native tongue which was completely alien to us, Kai walked behind them with one of his arms

Timone’s voice cracked like glass. “You’re insane— fucking psychotic! ” dominic laughed..fucking . “Funny, coming from the guy drooling after a mafia kingpin. What, murderers turn you on now? Guess it runs in the family. You can’t love Zenya and hate me—we’re the same. Just different weapons.”My skin went cold. My spine locked up. I tried to reach for him but he shoved me back, rough.