Dominic Garspuccio Short Film Novels & Stories

thing, completely forgetting the life-saving favor he had done for me. "Boss, it seems you haven't managed to win your sister-in-law over yet," Zachary teased. Without another word, Dominic tossed Zachary out of the car. Just then, his phone vibrated. He thought it was my reply, but instead, it was that familiar garbled message: "Green Python, I'm here. You have ten minutes to show up, or I'll send a special gift to the Python Gang." Dominic sneered. This little brat really dared to come. Very well, he would ensure that the kid wouldn't return. Since his parents had no time to discipline him, Dominic would take it upon himself to give him a proper lesson. Meanwhile, Jimmy had already arrive

Ash sounded thoroughly unconvinced. "Then prove me wrong." Dominic folded one arm beneath his head. "I will." Ash chuckled softly. "Good, I’ll be waiting.” Silence settled over the room once more. Dominic closed his eyes, determined to put the ridiculous conversation behind him. Several long moments passed. Then, suddenly, his eyes opened again. He reached toward the bedside table, picked up his phone, and unlocked the screen. As his thumb scrolled through the contacts, a slow smile appeared on his face.

She staggered, clutching the railing tightly, her eyes bulging at the screen. "Turn it off! Smash open the control room door for me! Hurry!" Dominic screamed frantically, his dignified facade fracturing into utter panic. He rushed forward, ripping the microphone from the podium, and roared, "Apprehend that woman!" However, the LED screen was faster. The bloody video clip began to play with vivid audio. Dominic’s prejudiced and ruthless voice echoed through the high-end speaker system: “I haven't touched you in two months... Whose bastard child is this?” — That chilling tone sent shivers down the spines of every guest present.

He chuckled. “Grab a few packs from my personal stash,” Dominic said to one of his guards and the man walked into his cabin. He reappeared after a couple of minutes with a handful of two-inch plastic pouches. He glanced at Dominic who nodded. Then he tossed the packets toward the table. There were loud cheers and a few girls fought over the packets. The party resumed. The bright sun was getting a bit too much for Dominic so he decided to take a break. He retired to his cabin and the bodyguards followed him until he was inside. Then they assumed their positions at the door. Dominic crashed on the bed and pulled out a joint from his shirt pocket. He took two puffs and closed his eyes. The cool

“Then give them a task. Send them on searches. Half the reason she is the only one is because nobody is doing their damn job. They are sitting there, fucking around, eye-fucking her and not doing shit. There are three times as many people hanging around here, which is gaining attention. Cut down on the crew and send the rest to guard the incoming shipment. Just get them the fuck out of here.” “How many?” Marco asked. “Seventy-five percent.” “That’s a lot, Dom.” Their voices lowered, and I missed some of what they were saying before I heard a voice that was clearly Marco’s. “I’ll get it done,” Marco assured. “Good.” A shuffle of feet and Domenico appeared in front of me, alone. I watched as t

He turned down every one of Jessica's repeated invitations to come over. He had little choice. If he went over a few more times, he worried that with that little pervert's abilities, he would be completely devoured. … Jessica had reached her limit. That day, Dominic finished signing several raw material procurement documents and checked the time. Without realizing it, the afternoon had already arrived. He left the office. As he stepped out of Garcia Tower, he noticed a young woman wearing a cropped top and tiny denim shorts. Her legs were fair and straight, her hair tied into twin ponytails that gave her a lively, cute air.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

“Yours.” XXX Madonna Saint Elise POV “Why are you in the city if you’re filming in Vancouver?” Joemar asks before devouring the last of his fourth piece of pizza. The man can eat. It’s actually impressive. Even if this is the most divine pizza that has ever touched my tongue, I fell out of competition after two large slices. Joemar is still going, reaching for another. “I had an audition this afternoon.” “For a movie?” It felt like home on that stage today, the feeling still soaring through my veins. “For a play on Broadway.”

Certainly not as much as she seemed to like Aiden. Gia looked up when Dominic came back. Dominic set her cup down. The steam curled up between them like a fragile veil. “Thought you’d ditched us,” Dominic said, voice soft and teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something there. “I wouldn’t dare,” Gia murmured, setting down her phone screen down. "You should have." Dominic smiled. “You might’ve saved yourself a very long conversation about color grading again.” “I liked it,” Gia said. “Even if you lost me after ‘saturation curve.’”

Luca’s tiny chest rose and fell in a steady, rhythmic cadence, but Sienna’s breath was still hitched, a lingering tremor from her screaming fit in the flue. Dominic was sitting across from me, his back against the gunwale. He looked like a ghost that had been dragged through a coal mine. His black sweater was torn at the shoulder, his face was streaked with soot and dried blood, and his eyes—God, his eyes looked like they’d seen the end of the world and were still trying to process the credits. On his lap sat the charred hard drive. It was a hunk of melted plastic and blackened silicon, but that little red light was still there. Blink. Blink. Blink. It was a steady, mocking heartbeat.