Dominic Harrison Novels & Stories

He whispered the last part, so they couldn't hear but I know they did because werewolves can hear really good. I glanced over at Xander. I could tell he was mad, I pleaded to him with my eyes and he broke eye contact with me before he answered Dominic. "You gotta ride here buddy, are you Hungry?." He asked Dom. I was shocked that he was Actually being nice, Though part of me wondered how he couldn't recognize his own son?. Dominic looks just like Xander. Brown hair, Silver eyes. How can he not see it?. Dominic pulled on my shirt and I looked down at him. And he pulled his lips to my ear.

His presence alone made the men hesitate, their guns half-raised, uncertain. “You fire again,” Damon growled, eyes glowing dangerously, “and I swear, I’ll make sure your limbs are the first thing to go before your head follows. No one dares harm anyone within my territory grounds and if he thinks that he can do this then so help me God, I'm going to have his head and yours.” They hesitated. But not for long. He didn’t wait for them to decide. In a blur of movement too fast for human eyes, he crossed the distance. One man tried to aim. Damon’s fist met his jaw with a sickening crack. The second dropped the gun, hands raised, Damon kicked it aside and shoved him into the side of the building.

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.

My father's expression brightened with satisfaction. "That will be the preparation team," he said. "Mr. Romano wanted to ensure everything would be perfect for the ceremony." Preparation team? I followed him downstairs, my confusion mounting with each step. In the foyer, a small army of people in elegant uniforms were arranging an impressive array of boxes and garment bags. At their head stood a woman in her fifties, impeccably dressed, with the kind of composed efficiency that spoke of experience handling high-profile events. "Miss Cohen," she said with a warm smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm Mrs. Harrison, and I'm here to help you prepare for your wedding. Mr. Romano Senior has

"You will have to pay us for each piece of information you need" Dominic let out a scoffed remembering how much he had to pay those two brats yesterday for them to tell him that food was among their mother's favorite. He glanced over at his watch. "Four more hours to go before my next move. You're doing great in this, Dominic. Keep it up" He thought to himself. Winning a woman over might be hard, but he is going to do it a much easier way. He is Dominic Hartless after all. No woman can resist him and nothing is impossible for him to do...

I can't force her to give me a fuckin' answer. "When you get home. I want you to let her know that she belongs to you. Collar her. You should know better" he added. "Am I understood?" He asked. "Yes father" I replied. He pat my back. "I trained to be a real Dom. Don't temper with her, I know you. She's very innocent and obedient and I can see that. She's a fragile thing. If you hurt her, she'll break. Teach her what she needs to know. Now I have one more question" I wonder what he wants to ask. "Be honest with me. How did you two meet?" He asked.

"Avoid locking eyes with this guest, unless you desire expulsion from this city." In this city, his name invariably elicited a mixture of reverence and trepidation, all while hungering for his favor. He was Harrison, and at times, he was addressed as The Dominator. In the world of werewolves, he was the true Dominator, with his wrath capable of unleashing seismic reverberations throughout all the packs. "Never stand against The Dominator." This was the first rule every adult werewolf learned. It was a cardinal rule and a testament to Harrison's standing.

He wore a loose, faded suit over a white shirt, but his wrist sported the latest Vacheron Constantin watch, and his feet were clad in expensive Italian leather shoes. His gaze lingered on Willa's face and chest, and a glint of appreciation shone in his otherwise murky eyes. "You've really blossomed into a beautiful woman!" Willa, who had been scrawny as a child, now had a strikingly curvy figure. She immediately lowered her head respectfully. "Hello, Uncle Dominic." The man was Dominic Hunt, the influential governor of Aston State. He had once been an obscure mid-level official in Centropolis, rising slowly through the ranks. Thanks to his connections with a powerful figure in the Imperial C

She turned to looked at his face again, while tears continuously trying to form in her eyes. "I hate you so much, Isaac!" she firmly said, her brows furrowed in anger. Isaac jaw clenched. "Then hate me more, bitch. The feelings are just mutual," Isaac replied, his tone turning into something dark, as he started to pulled her closer to his body and wrap his arms around her body tightly. She tried to free herself from his grip, but couldn't. She missed this man so much. It's undeniable that she still love him until now. "The time I save you, you already sold your soul to be trapped in my dominant ways..." Isaac kisses her neck. His hands roam her body intimately, causing shivers down her spine

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."