Nyc Dommes Novels & Stories

❦ Rosalind ❦ Days ago, I couldn’t tell you what sin smelled like. But now, ribbons of desire, lust, and danger wafted around me, drawing me further into the interior of Dominic’s private penthouse in Tribeca, overlooking the Hudson River. Faces in the shadows, crisp suits, women of every flavor speckling the room like handpicked butterflies. I felt those same butterflies in my belly as he led me by the hand up to the bar with an onyx countertop.

I yell now banging on the door which disturbs the neighbors I guess. Her neighbor pulls her door open, an older woman with a cat, she sees the amount of men at the door, her eyes landing on me, “You are Dominic DeLuca” she mutters eyes wide and mouth open. I nod, “Do you know where your neighbor went to?” I raise a brow at her, “I will give you Five million right now if you can give me any information on her” I bribe my desperation showing, as I move forward.

Her older siblings include Charlotte, Dutch, Bambi, Claire, Aurora, Thor, Allison and Critter. Dom is the niece of Blue who was the president of the motherhouse at the time of the attack. She has a younger brother, Jax, and a sister. And yes, she killed her brother-in-law. During her ahem time in the Army she served with Mike, Rye’s dad, and Murphy. Murphy moves to the area and joins the police department. I’m still putting their stories together. Dom is involved with Whip and his wife, Emily. Who else is there….

Her mind, free from any personal clutter, was a steel trap, running through the floor plans and security schematics Dom had sent her. The taxi ride was a blur of blaring horns and sun-drenched concrete. As they entered the Financial District, the towering glass and steel gave way to older, more somber architecture. The cab pulled up precisely at eight fifty-eight a.m. at the address on Elias's card. It was just as Dom had described: a plain, black-facade building, its entrance completely unmarked. It was anonymous, designed to be overlooked by the casual observer.

She waved, walking to meet him "Hmm" he hummed a reply "Hi.. You also came" Jenny said facing micheal "Of course, why won't i?" Micheal said sarcastically "Most times you behave like a girl" Jenny said and pull desmond to a seat and micheal followed, sitting on the available chair close to desmond "Why are you waiting?" Desmomd asked "Two girls already went into ma'am Natasha's office" "Ah.. I see" Desmond said and rested his back on the wall as people wishes kept ringing in his head and he kept granting them

Dom says smoothly after a few tense moments of us standing close together and the fatest one nods. Dom looks at me briefly before turning and climbing the thin ladder connected to the watch tower. "Citizens of Pleck, my name is Alpha Domenico. I am the second oldest Lycan in the world and I... Had a human mate," Dom says and the crowd gasps. They all begin to whisper and scuffle back away from Dom as if he has a virus they can catch.

body betrayed what his voice never would.How long do I have,Twenty four hours.She nodded. He left. The elevator doors closed, and the penthouse went quiet, and Sophia stood alone in the most expensive kitchen she’d ever seen and thought about running.She thought about it all day. Through a long shower in a bathroom made of marble and glass. Through an hour on the terrace, watching the city move sixty stories below like a machine she wasn’t part of. Through a pot of coffee she drank alone and a loaf of bread she baked because her hands needed something to do besides tremble.At midnight, she found Nico in the security room, eating leftover bread and watching surveillance feeds.Can I ask you s

But seriously, are you sure about what you’re doing? Jenna looked at her determined colleague and sighed. “Alright then. You know I’ve got your back, always. Just….be careful, okay?” “Okay Jenn, I will” Dominic’s office overlooked the East River, sunlight glinting off the steel and glass skyline. He stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, a tumbler of whiskey in hand. His men spoke quietly near the door…details about a shipment, a name, a threat, but his mind wasn’t in the room.

"Why you can't recollect Grace?" Dom ignored her assumptions. "Because i can't..." Grace answered. "How many women you have slept with?" "No personal questions" Dom shook his head. "May be you are forgetting that we are asking personal questions!" Grace smirked. "Question for question!" "I didn't count" Dom sighed. "How many men you have slept with?" He asked. "Asking a woman this question is not so gentleman kind..." She looked at him. "I don't give a fuck... I am sure you have heard about the Equality!"

Dominic I punched in the security code and unlocked the door of my bachelor pad. It had been almost a year since I had been here. I watched Julia’s reaction to the luxurious penthouse in one of the iconic residential condominiums of Battery Park, Manhattan. Surprisingly, she showed no emotion as she walked in as if she were used to living a life of luxury. But I had seen the building where she lived. It was a budget hostel in one of the worst neighborhoods of Brooklyn.