Dominick Cruz Book Novels & Stories

“Ms. Croft, I will not repeat myself. If I agreed to help you then you must also respect the boundaries I have set. It’s my sincere request, please, keep me out your dolls’ play and stop using puns with me. Am I clear?” I dropped my fork on the plate and rose from my seat. Her face turned red with anger and embarrassment. “You barely ate, Doctor.” Dominic eyed me. “I am full besides I have better works to do than bragging here.” “I’ll be off to the pack hospital and then I have to visit the archive. I heard from Roman that this pack has the largest collection of old manuscripts and chronicles. Perhaps this decease has its roots from the past. I don’t want to miss anything.”

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“How come you never pointed it out.” “Because it was none of my business.” “And now it is?” “If you’re going to be making our food, then it is my business, which brings me to the question, how on earth did you manage to cook with those long nails? I mean, how did you manage to observe hygiene with those nails.” “Stop talking like my father.” “That should tell you, he was right if he ever addressed the issue.” “So?” “They do not look nice. Period.” Dominic said bluntly. “They make you look like a witch or someone very wayward.”

________ A story of two different hearts who belongs to the completely opposite world where HE is the rich, bossy and arrogant person and SHE is middle class, innocent and sweet girl. What will happen when these two heart fell in love with each other. Because its quite hard to survive in a relationship where your partner is Dominant as fuck and you are just compelled to do everything for him. because you love him. Same goes to our dear NAINA PUROHIT who fell Deeply in love with the Egoistic KUNAL SINGHANIYA. ___________________ A/N This is my very First novel on W*****d. English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error.

Nicolas Crane, thirty one, brown-skinned, broad-shouldered, the kind of open face that made people trust him immediately. The kind of man who asked about your work and meant it. Dominic pressed his thumb into the center of his palm. He did not know why he knew that detail. He had read it somewhere, an interview Crane had given to a design publication, something about his management philosophy, about creating space for his team. He had read the whole thing and then closed the tab and gone back to his quarterly projections. He was fine.

⸻ The study was dim, lit only by the desk lamp and the slow glow of the city through the glass. A folder lay open in front of him, paper edges clean, clipped, arranged—almost too perfectly. Rafael’s eyes moved over the lines the way they always did when he was calculating something that could kill him. Name: Dr. Dianne Cruz Occupation: Surgeon — top tier Affiliations: Cruz Foundation (Legacy medical initiatives) Hospital: Executive privileges, high-risk case specialist Financial: Clean Social: Minimal public profile Travel: Consistent Disciplinary record: None Criminal record: None

Dominic said quietly, “he had a cargo run—people. Not bodies. Employees he used like collateral. He moved them between sites in the middle of the night to break unions and keep mouths shut. I intercepted him on an overpass, mid-transfer, with a crew that was greener than I liked and a timeline that was worse than I expected. I chose to let one truck go to keep twenty-seven people out of a crossfire. I captured the money truck. The contracts. The ledgers. The names. The engine of his leverage. But I watched the second rig disappear with six terrified faces in the rear-view.” His voice roughened. “We got them out two days later. No one died. But this is the part Barren treasures: for forty-nin

She asked innocently. His nostrils flared slightly at the innuendo laced in her question. Amara watched his jaw clench, as he quietly moved the same book from one hand to the other. He was so handsome to her. With his strong body and long locs that she wanted to bury her hands in. He was a gorgeous man. "I think," Cross started, then swallowed audibly, "That is a question for Pastor Dominic to answer."

Rent was due, my fridge was empty, and my voice felt like it was cracking under everything that had been happening. That’s when my phone buzzed with a message from my manager. “Fabian Cross wants you. Private rehearsals at his studio tomorrow. Don’t fuck this up.” My stomach dropped. Fabian Cross. The man whose albums I wore out as a teenager, whose voice could make panties drop from across an arena. Twenty years older, with that rough jawline and those piercing eyes that made women forget their own names. I’d heard the stories, the ones about his control, the way he demanded perfection and got it every single time. People feared him as much as they worshipped him.

he said, pencil already moving across paper. “What?” “The one who almost died. Tell me about her.” I didn’t understand why he wanted to know, but I found myself talking. About Alina. About Chicago. About watching her fall in love with three men who probably shouldn’t have worked together but somehow did. About the danger, the fear, the chaos. Dominic listened, sketching the whole time, occasionally asking questions. His hands moved with a confidence that was mesmerizing, bringing images to life on paper with quick, sure strokes.