Dominique Dipierro Novels & Stories

Dominique tried to follow suit, my eyes raking over his back, lips pulled into a smile, “Aren't you forgetting something, Dom?” He stopped at the door, then turned his head to me, his eyes furrowed in confusion, “What?” I pinned him with the ‘are you sure?’ look, but his face still held that confusion; it seemed our meeting had erased the bet from his mind. “Have you forgotten our bet?” I reminded him. He paused at the door, glowered at me before he grumbled and walked back into my office. “Really, man, you knew I was joking.” I heard Sara and his dad laughing at his temper tantrums. When Dominique is not Dominique, the leader of the seven guardians of the werewolf kingdom, he's sure a big-a

"But who else? Liam asked the question that everyone was asking. "A traitor to all of us," he said. We could hear the anger he felt. “Who is this traitor, Dominique? ” "Constantin Dubois,"I saw that they were separating so that I could notice.

"You know, that night because of my anger, I treated you like my other submissive which I never wanted to do. I was angry with myself for treating you like them. That's why I was trying to change myself because I never want to treat my Princess like other girls. After all, she's special. She deserves my love and only love. I'm just afraid of my dominating nature and anger. I like to discipline and command people. This is my nature and I'm happy that you've accepted me the way I'm. I'm so lucky to have you, Princess. I gathered courage and today I told you everything because of you only. You made me believe that my past doesn't matter to you and you'll always love me, that's why today I told

“You called?” “You fucking bastard,” Dante, the D’Angelo Alpha, the man who not only married a thief, but learned to accept the fact that she was nothing but a traitor who worked for his father. I didn’t even understand how he managed to look at her after she had worked as a whore for his father, but then again, I doubted that he cared considering the experience that she had. “Nice hearing from you, Dante…” “What is the meaning of this, Alessio?” He asked, stopping me.

I just knew better than to ask though. “She is nothing but an omega to you, and rather than sticking to the woman who…” “Slept with another man? Had the guts and courtesy to cheat on me without sparing me a second thought as you found yourself not only pregnant, but having a miscarriage, losing the baby that you aimed to fake as mine.” Diego said, taking me off guard. I looked at the woman, watching as her eyes widened as his words burst out of him. “I am quiet, but it doesn’t mean that I forgot. Therefore, unless you have something that is important, or something that you are going to benefit us from, I do fucking suggest that you get the fucking hell out of my sight.”

I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, could feel Emily's concerned gaze from somewhere behind me, could sense the tension radiating from Luigi and whoever else was lurking in the shadows of this VIP section. I'm negotiating with the most dangerous man in America, the thought hit me like a slap. I'm actually sitting here trying to bargain my way out of marrying Vito Romano. I remembered the stories I'd heard, whispered conversations about people who'd tried to renege on deals with the Romano family. A construction contractor who'd attempted to back out of a project, found at the bottom of the Hudson River with his feet encased in concrete. A politician who'd tried to double-cro

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

"What has that got to do with anything?" "The school Don has only ever been with girls of his class." "Who is the school Don?" "Don't worry your pretty head about that. In our world, it's the secret title of whoever is ruling the largest or dominant frat." Boma was still confused. "Who?" she asked. "Your boyfriend." Paulet clarified. Boma anxiously assimilated the information. "Are you going to answer my question or not?" Boma was confused "What question?" "Are your parents rich?"

When his sapphire cat-like eyes meet mine, I fidget uncomfortably. He grips the armrest tighter and forces a smile. “ Samantha, clear your thoughts,” He orders through gritted teeth, and I blush hard. How did he know my mind was in the gutter? “ My thoughts are clear!” I quickly defend myself. “ Okay, little liar,” Santino replies, sounding irritated. While Maximo on the other hand only chuckles and his chest moves at the action grabbing my attention once more. “ Where is Diego? I am sick and tired of waiting. I am his fucking boss, and he dares to make me wait?” Maximo asks, his tone a deeper and sharper.