Is Dominik Mysterio Adopted Novels & Stories

Leesa was pretty sure she knew at least the general thrust of his thoughts right now. Dominic had been fleeing from his enemies for more than a century, all the while trying to concoct some kind of plan to defeat them and forestall their attempts to break the magical seal the waziri had placed between the world of the living and the world of the dead. For more than a hundred years he had steadfastly refrained from using his active magic, the kind his foes could sense and track. Eighteen years ago, he had done something none of his kind had ever tried—instead of passing his powers on to a young male child, he had imparted his magic into Leesa while she was still in her mother’s womb. He hoped

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.

“He doesn't try to hide that, at least.” Dominic laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Yes, he is a very sexual person, but aside from that, there are other things I'm sure you don't know about him. Rhys was originally a rogue who lived roughly on the mountains since he was a cub. No one knew who his parents were or how long he was there but by the time Alpha Hallowell adopted him, he was thirteen and never even shifted to human form. Which made it even more glaring that he was born to rogue parents who probably lost their human form. It took a lot of love, care, and pain to get him to finally shift.” As Dominic paused, I stared speechlessly at him. Life as a refugee was hell alread

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.

"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.”

He'd been a damn fool. From a young age, Dominic had been groomed into being the mafia don he needed to be and run the family business when the time came. And that time was right now. He couldn't help but shake his head at the thought that he'd once been willing to give his birthright away and start a new life with her, away from the only world he had ever known, and start somewhere new. How could he have been so blind not to see past that facade of the girl playing a scared little maid? Truth be told. She was good. He will give her that.

“He didn’t know.” Domenico shook his head. “The entire ordeal was orchestrated by Maurizio and Roman. My father is unaware of her true identity.” He nodded. “It interests me that your father has not been informed.” “He hasn’t been told because I claimed her—and because I also only recently found out.” “If Roman had her?” A growl vibrated in his chest. “She’d be a prize he would be parading around. On a leash if he had to.” “And you?” “She is mine,” Domenico answered plainly. “Before I knew she was from your family, she was mine. And I will protect her. Always.”

Although he was indifferent to everything about her, this feeling of being out of control still made him very unhappy. Riley responded to Dominic's inquiry without showing any emotion. His demeanor was elegant and his attitude gentle as he said, "Alessia and I were adopted from the orphanage by our Master. We grew up together since childhood. We are not siblings, but our relationship is even stronger than siblings." "Your Master? Victor Laroux!" Dominic affirmed. For some reason, when Dominic mentioned the name Victor Laroux, an unusual expression appeared on his usually impassive face—a rare expression of disgust.

My hand shoots out to grab the knob but before I can, the door is opened and my heart skips a beat when he appears before me. Hazel eyes which have been the objects of all my fantasies stare down at me, accompanied by a small smile that always makes my heart beat like it’d burst out of my chest. “Erendina?” Sinful voice that speaks to me in my dreams and many imaginations calls my name and I’m surprised my voice doesn’t crack when my lips part to call his, “Dom.” Dominic. My adopted brother. And the one I’m shamelessly in love with.