Dominick Cruz Book Novels & Stories

I took a trip back down memory lane and look at the most eventful. It felt like it was yesterday. In this same old and cold room, a lot of things happened that I couldn’t forget. Those countless nights when I cried and laughed alone. “I saw you smiling, Dominick. Can you tell me about it?” Doctor Alvarez asked. “I saw my old notebook. It was where and when everything began.” “Boy’s Love and Beyond, isn’t it? Your first book.” I already told Doctor Alvarez about the details of the book from our previous sessions, so it wasn’t surprising anymore.

"Anyway... I called because we might soon be working together. Mr. Cruz reached out to my father about investing in their new project. 'The Cruz living app'. Now my father is curious. We’re in Mexico at the moment. If you’re not busy… would you like to meet? I'm kinda bored." Damien closed his eyes for a moment and leaned back against the headboard. He could imagine the way she spoke, smiling even when she tried not to. "If you're bored, find a partner... I'm busy and I've got a woman, already." He said and she scoffed lowly. "Yeah yeah." She said. "Anyway, tell Mr. Xiao this," he said slowly. "If he chooses to get involved with the Cruz, if he puts money into their app, he’ll regret it. Any

Renee had just left a brief phone call, and he went to Dominick to inform him about the news he got. "Miss. Cruz is downstairs and she is insistent to see you" he explained. Upon hearing her name, Dominick tightened his fist in anger, Shantelle has been too demanding lately. Ever since she returned to help him in the mission that didn't even go well for them, she had been trying to find a way into getting back into his life.

“Then tell me who. Stop speaking in riddles.” Dominic hesitated. “There’s a name. Crane isn’t working alone. He’s being funded, watched and pushed. I’ve been following the trail, but I don’t have all the pieces yet.” River’s frustration boiled over. He slammed Dominic back against the wall again. “If you’re lying, if this is another one of your schemes, I swear....” Dominic’s voice cut through, steady but strained. “I’m not lying. You think I wanted you to find me like this? You think I enjoy lurking in shadows? No. But the truth is bigger than both of us. And if you don’t listen, you’ll lose him.”

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The King gets up from his seat and walks towards the wall full of old dusty books, and he picks up a black leather book. "I told your mother; she was not pleased when I did, said I should have told her of my family history sooner. I know you're a brave boy, Dominic, and I know you will do what's right, read this each Caputo that had the curse and ended up with Calliana has their mate, wrote down everything; maybe you can find it useful." "Fine, I'll read it, but I will not do what they did, Dad; I won't." Dominic shook his head.

In less than twenty-four hours after I met Dominic, he killed his beloved Presa Canario, Brutus, whom he had raised for five loving years. Dominic was a notorious figure in Crestfall’s elite circle. He was eccentric and ruthless. Everyone who knew him was aware of his two major obsessions: dogs and women. He had raised many breeds of dogs. The only thing they had in common was their aggression and viciousness. He trained them using live animals. Other than chickens and rabbits, he often used human flesh to train them.

Dominic didn’t move. He just watched the door. Then picked up the photo of the first girl again. She was crying. Barely clothed. Branded on the hip with a Russian mark. Dominic reached into his drawer. Pulled out a cigarette. Lit it. Then whispered to the photo. “Don’t worry, bella. You’re not going to them.” He flicked ash onto the folder. “Not when I’m the one who buys you first.”

For the first time in his life, Damian Cruz prayed. Not for power. Not for forgiveness. Just for her. And maybe, if fate allowed it, for one more chance to make things right.

"Beatrice would have been alive, but she had been so obstinate. She discovered my secrets, and so, she had to leave this world. But I did well, didn't I? She's peacefully resting now, I'm sure." Dominick smiled and walked out if the room. As he got to the door, he turned and smirked, "I will visit you soon, with the news of my victory, Brother." He turned again and left the room. ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠ ( DOMINICK'S POV ) I sneered as I headed to my bedroom. The sight of Alexander was enough to make my blood boil...