Suicide Room Dominik Novels & Stories

The once-powerful head of the Harrington empire died in that tiny apartment, wearing the same clothes he'd worn the day they first met, clutching a torn marriage certificate to his chest. The young reporter, who'd been up all night editing footage for her senior thesis, was about to take a break. She picked up her phone and saw it immediately—Dominic's suicide was trending everywhere. She clicked the article and recognized him at once: the man from the cemetery that morning. After my burial, a guide from the other side led me away and I joined the long line of souls waiting for reincarnation. But then I heard a voice behind me—Dominic's voice.

Syncing, clashing, spinning too close to something I couldn’t afford to feel. The private lounge above Club Lux was sleek and cold. Chrome fixtures. Black velvet walls. A single gold chandelier casting fractured light across the polished floor. Everything about the room was designed to intimidate—like its owner. I’d seen Dominic control entire rooms with a glance, but now all of that power was zeroed in on me. "You’re not walking out of here," he said, his voice silk-wrapped steel, "until I get the truth." I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging crescents into my palms. “I told you everything,” I bit out. “I needed a job. That’s it.”

A shadow shifts in the doorway, movement catching my attention. My head snaps up. Dominic steps into the room, another man following close behind him. My eyes widen. “I-I didn’t,” I stutter. “H-he just collapsed, I swear.” Dominic merely snorts. “I know. I gave him a sedative.” My mouth drops open again. What? Dominic turns to the man behind him, nodding into the room. “Take care of him, I’m going to take her somewhere else for the night.” The man nods. “Understood.”

Dominic used it to open the door. Sage stared in surprise at the open and dark hallway that revealed itself. She looked at Dominic who continued to lead her forward and then back at it. She used her super sight to follow him and at the end of the hallway was another door. He pushed it open to reveal a bunker like room. It was huge and Sage stared at it for a while. There were multiple beds around, chairs and it was well conditioned. There wasn’t a window and she noticed two other doors. Dominic stopped and turned to face her. “You have to stay here, make sure you do not leave, no matter what it is. As soon as I have the above in control then I will come get you” he couldn’t help but notice h

He asked nervously, “Old man, stop talking nonsense here. How could Dominic die?” “It’s real,” the old butler said. “If you don't believe it, you can read the news after you go out. Dominic committed suicide last night by detonating the entire branch building. His corpse was burned to ashes, so we couldn’t find it.” They could not fake this kind of thing even if they wanted to fake it. He would know by asking anyone. Now only Jeremy believed Nicholas’s words. In an instant, this powerful man shed tears of pain and despair.

I shook my head. "Then I'm afraid we won't be sharing a room. Because I happen to love my room as much as you love yours." "It's not about me loving it. My room is much safer than this one." "How so, please enlighten me Dominic, because, to me, they all look the same." "Well. For one, my room has safety measures for when an attack happens, I will be safe. And that Princess is something your room doesn't have." I couldn't believe I was explaining myself.

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

Her voice was playful, but Dominic could hear the hint of irritation beneath it. He clenched his jaw, staring at the door without meeting her gaze. “Just don’t go in there,” he said flatly. “That room and…” He gestured to another door near his bedroom on the other side. Solo had used it as a studio. He had only entered the room twice when she had asked if she could use it and the day she left. “Those rooms are off-limits.” He felt her eyes on him, her curiosity and frustration simmering beneath the surface, but she didn’t press further.

Clinging for dear life, she managed to keep her head above water. "Do you think you can replace me as the lady of the Dickson household just by killing me? Even if you were intimate with my husband, I remain his first wife. He knew I was visiting you today. If something happens to me here, do you think you can escape blame? Even your mother wouldn't spare you!" Miranda glared at Selena, her words resolute. "And who do you think told you where I was, inviting you here?" Selena's confidence unwavered, her tone almost loving, as if whispering to a lover, "It was Sir Hans Dickson who wanted you dead. How else could I dare to act?"

As soon as she comes inside, her eyes first go to Kunal's room. The room was very big, the walls were painted in light cream color, there were ceiling lights on them due to which the walls were shining brightly, lights were on very low, due to which there was only dim light. Right in front of the room was a glass door through which a medium-sized swimming pool was visible! This room was very simple. There was not much decoration visible, but despite this it was very luxurious. Kunal was busy sitting on the sofa and signing some files after reading them carefully, when Naina goes near him and puts the coffee on the table in front of him.