Is Dominik Mysterio Adopted Novels & Stories

Hayden- “It is better if I start at the beginning.” Dominic settled onto the sofa in my office after we went to my office to talk. “Okay.” I sat beside him on the couch, crossing my legs under me. “As you know, I first came to your house when I was seventeen. I had met Lexi around the same time. My father found that her adoptive parents might be connected to the death of my mother, so he helped me attend the college she was accepted to.”

The hall was already full even before half past six. Instead of it being an industrial exchange, people here were more eager about the fact that Dominic's secret apprentice would be present. Dominic was the best in the world regarding his medicinal skills. He had no more than five apprentices, and rumor was that he was extremely strict and demanding of them. However, a few years ago, he suddenly took in another apprentice and declared that he would keep the identity of his new apprentice a secret. Since then, he had stopped taking in apprentices.

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

Could it be that Dominic and Aaron were related? "Estela, is it possible that Mr. Dominic is Mr. Aaron's son?" Maricela inquired. "Huh? Maricela, don't you know?" Estela replied. Dominic is indeed Aaron's son! That explained his boldness in befriending the police and his ability to influence his imprisonment with a mere word! It also accounted for his remarkable achievements at such a young age. So, he was a wealthy second-generation individual relying on his father's status!

Dominick scoffed and grabbed her neck, but he didn’t grip on it. “Your sister, huh? That bitch drugged me. And guess what? She escaped.” “Dominick!” Ciel growled and removed his hand from his mate as he reached her neck to make sure that she was not hurt.“She had nothing to do with this.” He hugged her. “Monique, right?” Dominick snorted. “The first daughter who reincarnated in a hybrid monster’s body.” “That’s enough,” Ciel shouted. “I know you are mad.”

Adams' number and called him. "This is me, Reinhard Myer. Ah, no, I am no longer part of the Myer family. As you saw, the young girl was in front of your clinic the other day. She is my adopted daughter, and she might become Mrs. Myer now. I plan to go to Milan, and I might not be able to have face-to-face therapy. But can I still receive remote therapy?" "Of course, ma'am. I hope your journey goes smoothly and you find peace there. You can contact me anytime," Dr. Adams said on the other end of the phone.

Too much like who? The puzzle was snapping together. Pieces she never knew existed were suddenly slotting into place with cruel symmetry. That photo. That mask. The videos. The whispered word: Domina. She’d thought Domica was just a role. A rebellion. A fantasy she shaped into her own armor. But what if she wasn’t the first? What if the persona she had created… wasn’t hers at all? Later that evening, Dominique sat curled in her bed, the attic’s dust still clinging to her skin. She hadn’t showered. She hadn’t spoken. Her phone buzzed, but she didn’t check it—until the screen lit up with a contact not saved in her phone.

"It means that you're also powerful." I stare at my hands, thinking about all of the unexpected powers that have manifested. "What am I? What was she?" Nora sighs. "Honestly? No one knows. I never knew anyone else like her." "My dad... is he like you? A witch?" She shakes her head. "He was adopted. His early days are actually a mystery. Our parents adopted him when he was only an infant. He came to us through the supernatural community. We knew his family had died, but that was all."

"He’s a 16-year-old male student. Mentally disturbed, it seems. Yes, Theo Adams. He disappeared yesterday. We found a strange symbol burned into his chest. Looks like he was tortured." Dominic’s face turned serious as he looked at me. "We need to get to your house. I’ll explain everything there." He held my hand, and we headed to my home. Upon entering, we found the place in a complete mess, as if a storm had gone back and forth. Panic filled me as Dominic closed the door behind us. "Mom?" I called out, my voice trembling. The storeroom door was wide open. Suddenly, Dominic clutched his temples, groaning in pain. His eyes darkened, and his fangs emerged. Just then, Mom rushed out of the stor

His voice dipped lower when he turned his gaze to me. “You know, son,” Dominic said, “don’t hate your blood—Chevre. They did us wrong. Dirty. My wife was killed. But you avenged it… from what I heard.” I looked at him. No defense. No denial. “I never meant to have you as a tool for retaliation,” he continued. “I adopted you because that little boy—” His eyes locked on mine, steady. “—was staring deep within my soul. And I wanted to connect with him.”