Dominic Fike Ethnicity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ferretti, and the rightful successor to the Ferretti family name. Blake bore a slight resemblance to Carlo—they shared the same striking green eyes and tall stature inherited from their father. However, Blake’s features, passed down from his mother, were less handsome, giving him a more sinister and cold appearance. He had a constant air of malice about him, as if the very temperature in the room dropped with his presence.

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

My name was printed neatly next to his at the bottom of every page. "You are insane," I said, dropping the folder back onto the sheets. "You blackmailed me into a hotel room just to hand me a joke? We are rivals, Dominic. We play for different teams. Our franchises hate each other." Dominic turned around. He leaned his hip against the wide glass window, the lights of the city framing his massive shoulders. His dark eyes were cold, devoid of the heat that had filled them when his teeth were pressed against my neck. "It is not a joke," Dominic said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "My father arranged a marriage for me. He picked an omega heir from the coast. Some wealthy family with a ship

Ethan said as Dominic was busy playing with goldfish in the pond before him. Dominic exhaled deeply and turned to him because he knew his long time Beta won't drop the topic since this was concerning his son's integrity and also his lineage was in danger. "You and I both know we are like fire and ice. There is absolutely nothing I can say that will make Legend revoke his order on your son. He will never listen to any word as long as it comes from me. All I will say is that you should probably investigate this matter very well and dig up counter evidence to the ones he saw." Dominic suggested and Ethan reasoned it for a while. He knew Dominic's idea was good. And he was definitely going to do

He replied, then turned to speak to her in a heavy Italian accent. "You must be my sister-in-law. Hello. I'm Dominic." He grinned flashing a smile that must have brought thousands of women to their knees. Dominic was easy on the eyes but not her type. Cara looked between him and Adonis. There was barely any resemblance. "Oh. I'm his distant cousin." She nodded in agreement. That explains it. "Hi. I'm Cara." "I heard. Cara Camila Rodriguez. You're the pretty little thing that swiped up my cousin, yeah?"

Dominic's mother added, looking so worried. “Where does she stay father I need to see her and talk some sense into her head” “I know that's what you would say son so I already called her and she's on her way here” “I’m here so where is my husband?!” We heard a voice and turned towards the door to see a lady standing. One look at her and one would know that she belonged to the mafia family. “Are you the one?” Dominic asked her and stood “I’ve always known that my fiance is not just any regular guy, you outdid my expectations, hi I’m Keisha” She smiled extending her hand for a shake which Dominic took and shook

Henry was very efficient. Two days later, he managed to place the information he had gathered about Dominic on Max’s desk. Then Max started reading it carefully. Dominic Deleon was Dominic's full name. He was born and grew up in London, and he was twenty years old. His great-grandfather was a politician who once held a high govt position. His grandfather was a successful businessman who owned a large corporation. As for his father, he was a businessman who made the company well.

"Dominik, Dom, Nik. Call me whichever. First captain in command of Imperiya bratva." His title didn't move Sean a bit as he wrecked Dominik with another rude question. "Is it that effortless to see you in person?" Dominik cackled, "I'm definitely going to have one hella interesting time with you. But to answer your question: no. You're the first nobody to set eyes on me, pardon my choice of word right there. It might satisfy you to know that not up to two percent of my men know exactly what I look like 'in person'. Both the dead and the living. Safe to say, you're privileged."

"Dominic…" I croaked. "If I don't tell you where Lena is, will you actually let my family die?" Dominic Caballero leaned in, then said, "You can try." I trembled uncontrollably as my tears splattered onto the table. How did it come to this? Dominic—the Don of Coastwick, New Hudson—had once loved me so deeply. Back then, I was just a woman of Ivalorian descent from Bridgemont. He, on the other hand, was the heir to the Caballero family and was born to rule.

I opened my mouth to say thank you— But he beat me to it. “I’m Dominic,” he said simply. No last name. No title. Just that. Dominic. The name wrapped around me like a shiver. I blinked up at him, finally meeting his gaze fully for the first time. And recognition slammed into me like a freight train. Dominic Gray. The Alpha of the neutral zone. The man who controlled the city’s underbelly with a word. The enforcer of peace between humans, witches, and wolves. I’d heard the stories.