Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

“But I’m wondering, are you ever going to tell me your name?” “Dominic Salvatore,” I shrugged. “Notorious underground gang leader and crime lord, and that sweet Rose of mine, is why we can’t ever be in the same room again. In fact, I’d totally understand and fully approve if you stood and walked out on me right now.” “You really would love that, wouldn’t you?” She crookedly smiled in my direction. As if I had just shared a joke, or maybe even something pleasant or totally normal about myself. “Of course, I would.” There was no use denying it. “I’d actually consider it the right call for both of us.”

Sister Beatrice eyed her, taking the holy Mary perfume and spraying herself after rinsing her mouth with the tiny handy mouthwash she carries about and using her cincture to hold it in place. "you didn't see me, Amari." Sister Beatrice said in a stern voice and Amari nodded in agreement. "Lord forgive me." She said in her heart. The second atrocity she saw; One of the young priest with Bethany's cousin Mercury having sexual Intercourse in one of the guest dorm room. Sometimes, Amari marveled at how her eyes sees evils and except for sister Beatrice they never know that she sees them. Amari adjusted her pillow, sleeping in a fetal position and singing a song of worship in her heart. She welco

Rosie's eyes narrowed on Naomi once more, unwilling to let go of her target "You chose this? Or this thing told you to keep her away from me cause she knows I can smell her lies from a mile away! She married you because her dead father’s empire is in shambles! She's a filthy golddigger, a money-hungry bitch!” Damon had had enough. His face contorted in anger that made even his own siblings flinch in fear. Of all the Sinclairs, the only one with their father’s blind anger was Damon, and they hated to see it coming. Without another word, he pushed his chair back abruptly. He reached down, grasped Naomi's hand firmly, and pulled her to her feet as he led them out of the garden. His eyes fixed o

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

“ No matter who you are and where you came from, you shall follow my orders! “ He said with his raspy voice as he grabbed her wrist and pinned her on the wall. But to his surprised, she didn’t struggle as she keeps on saying the same words. His right hand on her left side near her head, while his left hand was on her right wrist, holding her tight. Their eyes met, their breath touches both of their faces. Sniffing the scent of a familiar woman in front of him, he swallowed many times before licking the traces of blood on her cheeks. Then he whispered; “ I am the son of Alpha Dominic, the son of his beloved queen Celeste. I am the sin of Pride, the ruler of the whole Cabrine city. You shall f

Anyway, it seemed like the goddamn grown child’s ego couldn’t take a ‘no’ and later he followed her scent all the way to her home being a tracker of his pack and all. Serena had just entered the house a couple of minutes ago and soon after the doorbell rang, she thought she had been dumb as she had opened the door prior to checking who it was, after all it was their pack territory what could happen and she could swear upon her life that she still regretted that one idiotic thing she did. She had obviously told him to go away and was going to shut the door on his face but the guy turned out to be way faster and way stronger than her as she realized soon. He came in babbling something about ho

Amelia’s breath caught in her throat as Father Damien towered over her, the thick red candle gripped firmly in his large hand. The room was now dark except for the faint moonlight that filtered through the lace curtains, casting eerie shadows across his broad frame. His clerical shirt was still buttoned neatly, the white collar a stark reminder of his holy vows, yet his eyes burned with something far from sacred. “Keep those legs spread wide, little girl,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Let your guardian see exactly how soaked that sinful cunt is.”

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved.

Noticing her tense expression, Sebastian smirked and gestured for her to sit across from him as he finished his call. “Nicholos, Rohman would be the perfect fit for the priesthood. You have my word. I nominate Rohman in my place.” Janet furrowed her brow in curiosity as she heard the name of the Irish Mafia, Nicholas Cahill, another notorious gangster and mafia figure linked to the diamond business, who had instilled fear in people across the United States.

Where’s the damn girl code? Honestly, Mia is holding up pretty well for just doing a Julia Roberts and becoming the runaway bride. Her fiancé, Damon, will be losing his mind over her disappearing, mainly because his ego just got a big fuck you to the face. You see, Damon is one of those precious species known as a professional football player, a legend on the field. To all those who worship the ground he walks on because he can kick and catch a ball or something like that. He’s a man who no one says no to. Not even his gorgeous fiancée’s soul-sucking best friend. I never liked Tracy. There was always something off about her, like single white female off. But Mia loved her and because of that