Dominick Cruz Book Novels & Stories

"Who's the cutest little kittycat that ever existed?" Donovan resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned toward the other member of his team, Cruz. He shared a brotherhood with all of his teammates, but his bond with Cruz went beyond that. From their very first assignment together, Donovan knew he'd found a friend for life. Cruz was, at first glance, a rather unassuming fellow - the sort your eyes might skim right over. But upon closer inspection, a trained eye might realize that he was much more. Like many members of the Set, Cruz preferred to keep his past private. Everyone knew he'd worked as a spy in his previous life, but no one knew where or for whom. Donovan wasn't even sure Roth

Anika Cruz does not exist. But Dominic Vale was different, really different and I have never seen a man like him before, he did not touch me, or stare at me like he wants to fuck me so hard, not like the others I have met. The way he looked at me was as if he knew things about me that even I did not know about myself. It was like he had been watching me, perhaps from behind a kind of two way mirror, and he was just waiting for the right time to just step through. Maybe I should have just walked away, I should not have taken that cheque, maybe I should burn it right now.

mother had taught her. She’d named it simply: Elena’s.Lines around the block on the first day. Not because of the fame though the name Sophia Cross still appeared in headlines every few weeks as the trafficking trials continued. Because the food was extraordinary. Because a woman who had spent five years being told she was nothing had turned the thing she was best at into a business that put people in their cars and drove them across the city for a croissant.She didn’t work the counter anymore too pregnant, too tired, too busy managing the legal strategy and the security protocols and the growing reality that The Architect was still out there. But she baked the croissants herself every morn

"He said the croissants were the best he'd had in the city." I looked at Dominic. He did not look up from the menu. "Interesting," I said. "Mara," Dominic said, still not looking up. "Don't." "I'm not doing anything." "You're doing the thing where you file information away and say nothing." "That's just my face." Theo looked between us with the expression of someone watching a sport he enjoyed.

We finished our noodles and went to take the next lecture. After college, I went to the library to find a book. The library of the college is huge. Nobody was in the library when I reached there, even the librarian was not there at that time. I didn't wait for her and went to find my book. Now I've been finding that book for a few minutes on the bookshelf. I'm standing in the middle of two rows of bookshelves. As I took out one book, I gaped, seeing professor Zain. He's standing at the other side of the bookshelf. I can only see his face. His black bewitching eyes are gazing at me intensely. I don't know why my breath is becoming heavy and why my heartbeat accelerating.

"I’m just admiring the ink. I didn't realize the Blackport Alpha was so... traditional." "There is a lot you don't realize about me. Yet." I cleared my throat, forcing my leaden feet to move to the chair beside him. Victor Cruz appeared like a ghost, silently sliding the chair out and draping a linen napkin across my lap. "Red or white?" Victor asked, his voice low. "Red. Deep red." My voice came out as a raspy ghost of itself. I couldn't look at Dominic. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the heavy musk of his desire clashing with the cold, sterile elegance of the room. It was like sitting next to a live wire.

It barely came out as a question. Almost a demand. I straightened my sleeve and reached past him to pick up my glass from the table. "Dominic." His voice cracked slightly on the second syllable. "Please don't do this." My gaze flickered to his cock. Hard and wanting. I liked that sight better. Then, they flickered back to his face. "Don't do what?" I asked. He hissed before he spoke. "You know what," he snapped. "You know exactly what I am talking about."

“Are you surprised?” “I am.” Dominic chuckled. “I also have a surprise for you.” “What is it?” My attention dropped to Dominic’s hand as he reached inside his suit and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “This is only a printout, but I wanted to be the first to tell you that your book has been nominated for a best-seller award. Thanks to Lexus, we got all the publicity we needed, and your book sold more than ten million copies in a month.” Completely forgetting where I was, I grabbed the paper from him and looked at it. My eyes widened as I confirmed what Dominic said. Folding the paper, I threw my arms around Dominic’s neck and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

“Dominic, speak.” I had left him and some other men behind with the task of guarding Alicia. “Cross is back in the States. We have seen him,” Dominic’s clipped tones reported. Those words were anger inducing and suddenly all my plans for the evening vanished into nothingness. …

Now, all Dominic had to do was put the remaining silver needles in and wait momentarily before pulling them out. Austin lay there obediently while Dominic sat with his legs crossed, flipping through the traditional medical books. Recently, he dug out a lot of old things to try and find a solution to these viruses. He looked through them earnestly while Austin lay on the side, bored. He had already taken a nap and could not sleep anymore. Only the two remained in the room, so he had no one else to talk to. Austin smacked his lips and could not help but ask, "Uncle Dom, haven't you read all these books before? Why are you rereading them?"