Dominic Harrison Novels & Stories

" After sending the message, Carlo put down his phone and rubbed his wrist, where an old scar circled like a band. The occasional sharp pain served as a reminder of its presence. As a dom, Carlo didn’t enjoy violence for its own sake—what he truly relished was the intense sense of control, not just over the body, but over the mind. He had a strong hunch that Nicola would be a particularly challenging subject. But Carlo never backed down from a challenge.

When they reached the cell, Daciana saw Hailey standing inside and bound in silver chains, her eyes flashing with mockery as she chuckled like a mad woman. "Well, well, well," Hailey said, her voice filled with sarcasm as the gates were opened and Daciana walked in. "Look what we have here. Daciana Gavin, our little Luna, all dressed up in her ball gown. How did the coronation go, hon? I heard it was a blast!" After saying that, Hailey scoffed before she raised her head and began laughing crazily. It was clear to Daciana that she had gotten news of the attack even though she was all the way here.

"It's causing the poison to circulate through your system again." "Is he going to be okay?" I asked, unable to keep the worry out of my voice. "He'll be fine, but he needs complete rest for at least a week," Dr. Harrison replied. "No physical exertion, no stress, and definitely no more fights. I'm going to give him some medication to help neutralize the remaining poison." As the doctor prepared his treatment, I found myself studying Dominic's face. Even pale and weakened, he was still the most handsome man I had ever seen. But more than that, seeing him vulnerable like this was doing strange things to my heart.

Dominic said, taking Harrison's arm and moving away from the living room. "You have to talk to her. You have to... I don't know. Who is this Will guy?" Harrison took out his phone and showed him a photo. Dominic looked at the person in the photo, putting on his glasses. "Will Homson," Dominic muttered, frowning. "Do you know him?" "Of course, yes, of course!" he exclaimed quietly. "This boy is the son of the Homson businessmen. I've known him since he was a kid, of course, if we're talking about the Thomsons I know."

Harrison wanted to call his men but a warn came from the woman. "Say a word and your brain will fall out when I put a fucking bullet in your head" she warned and Harrison slowly drop his gun and raised his hand. "How the fuck?..." Harrison gritted his teeth not believing he was outsmarted. Dominic dip his hand into his pocket, his lips curve up in a smile. "Like my wife always says... "I'm a Demon"

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

Three years into a cold, contract marriage, Evelyn Vance realizes her sacrifice was for nothing. Despite playing the part of the perfect, distant wife to the ruthless tycoon Rhysander Bert, her father secretly gambled away the bailout money Rhysander provided, destroying the very legacy Evelyn sold her freedom to save. The story flashes back to the day the deal was struck. Evelyn’s father had pathetically tried to force Rhysander into a marriage pact to save his failing shipping company, only to be met with cold mockery. Just as they were being ushered out, Evelyn stepped from the shadows and negotiated her own sale. Instead of a romance, she proposed a three-year "merger." She offered Rhysa

When I cummed again, my whole body shook and my voice started breaking. Damon groaned loud and spilled c*m deep on my cl*t, holding me tight as he brought out his c*ck. “Want more, my Luna?” We f*ck*d each other and were breathing hard. He turned me around and kissed me softly. “I love you,” Damon whispered, and held my ears. “I should have said it that first time. He helped me dress, then trained me for hours. I practiced partial shifts, moving faster, hitting harder. After the training, I realized I couldn’t fight in my half-wolf form without losing control.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.