Dominic Fike Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"Oh, forgive my late introduction. My name is Verónica Sideris Fotiadis. I am the vice president of the student council" "Fotiadis... That is the family where Dominique is related by his branch..." "Information travels fast, right? You´re right, the Yatras are our lowest branch. And Domi is part of them" Bathum... "Domi?" "Oh! I-I mean! Mister Dominique! M-My status makes me want to give nicknames to those below me! Or something... A-Anyway is nothing serious!" She was talking with haste. Moving her hands in front of her now bright face. Yet she still had that smile on her...

“I will want to hear more about that, and about any other things you may have experienced as well. But I expect you will feel more comfortable after you have learned a bit more about me.” Rave had been watching and listening with keen interest. “As would I,” he said. “It’s a long story,” Dominic said. “I will try to cover the highlights now, and fill in any questions later. Does that sound okay to both of you?” “Yeah, it sounds great,” Leesa said. She could feel her heart beginning to beat faster. She was finally about to get some answers! “To start with,” Dominic said, “I am a wizard. My people were known as waziri. Perhaps Rave has heard the name. My people had dealings with volkaanes many

"Fine! I agree but how are you going to defend Dominick!" She asked curiously. He chuckled. "I am not defending anyone, I am just telling you the sides I saw... Dom is darker in nature than other men in his family and he has done things which are not acceptable but do you know that getting heir was the sole purpose of marriage in our mafia world. Dom accepted Grace with her infertility, he almost lost his life twice, he lost many things while getting her, he changed for her. Now tell me, is he only a monster or does he have good in him too?"

Then he hesitated for a moment as if he was about to say something more, then remained silent. "What's wrong? If you have something to say, say it." "Sir, I think that without Kenelm's DNA test, he can be seen as your son." "Hmm? Why?" Dominic raised his eyebrows excitedly. "Because... you two are exactly alike." Ethan said with a small smile, he guessed that Dominic must still be confused about this sudden change to not notice something so simple. Kenelm is identical to Dominic as a kid. If you put a picture of Dominic's childhood next to Kenelm, many people will think that the picture is Kenelm's. Straight eyes, high nose bridge, no bushy eyebrows and sometimes slightly pursed lips, Kenelm

said Raki with a flash of his eyes staring at Hanbin displeased. Hanbin snorts, "You idiot!" hiss. Raki did not respond, the guy in the black T-shirt rose from his seat. "Yes, I'm going home first. Ily, don't forget the cardigan you wear." Ily smiled sweetly, "Yes, Thank you Raki." "Well, the smile is not sweet, I will get diabetes" I swear to god, Hanbin would love to throw up right now. * * * Raki Dominic, the second child of Adhi Dominic and Asri Dominic' family.

She cleared her throat ready to give me the usual lies she had cooked up in her spicy pot. “Dominico, your son is sick and I need some money”. I knew it had absolutely nothing to do with me. Besides, I had the conviction deep down that that boy wasn't mine. He has my type of hair and eyes but his skin tone wasn't proportionate to what I had. He was three shades darker than I am. Like a kid gotten from some black dude. I knew it wasn't my blood flowing in him from the day he set foot into my home but I didn't have any evidence to prove my point.

"Al, this is Dominic. I mentioned you to him before over the phone. He's an amazing doctor, but he loves his freedom so much that he decided to open a clinic instead when he returned. Dominic, this is Alaric. He's—" She paused before shyly continuing, "My friend." "Friend?" Dominic raised his eyebrows when he heard that. He glanced at Victoria before looking back at Alaric. "Hello, I'm Dominic Fagan. It's a pleasure to meet you." A few long moments passed before Alaric shook Dominic's hand. "Alaric Cadogan." "I know." There was a mysterious smirk on Dominic's face as he suggestively said, "Claudia talks about you often. She has a very high opinion of you."

Austin grimaced when he saw the fire in Dominic's eyes. "You are Ric Jefferson's son. This means that Jensen is your stepbrother. Ric didn't know that you're his son; hence the cruelty he meted out to you. Neither does Jensen know that you're his brother" "How is that even possible?" "You look more like your mother and you inherited Ric's dark hair while Jensen inherited his mother's hair and looks more like his father" Dominic looked like he was going to explode into a ball of flames. He suddenly let out a humorless laughter and slammed his palm against the desk.

Jersey says in a stern manner keeping me in suspense as she holds back some of her words internationally. “The King of the underworld, Dominic Garcia is the Mafia King.” Jersey tells me plainly and I pull back from the huddled position we managed to find ourselves in. I huff in exasperation, not this again. “I'm telling the truth Ana, Dominic Garcia is a very powerful, wealthy and fearsome man, everyone stays away from his business as fast as possible.” Jersey seriously tells her, so into this rumours. “The last reporter who took a picture of him without permission has gone missing ever since.” Jersey

After a moment, another man shows up at the gate, gives his friend, Terry, a disgusted look, and leads me to the center of a lavish living room. Dominic is sitting down on a nearby chair advertising his signature smirk. Dominic is a tall man with dark hair and onyx-colored eyes. His skin is golden, advertising his Latin heritage. Dominic and I have a similar background. We come from a rich, Latin family, even though he’s adopted. The only difference is that I’m a government-sanctioned killer, and in the eyes of the law, Dominic is considered a criminal.