Suicide Room Dominik Novels & Stories

Raymond gave him a cold look. “You seem proud of that.” “I was curious.” “And?” “She met Richard Hale.” That name again. Raymond’s expression changed slightly. Victor noticed. “You remember him, don't you?” “Of course I remember him.” Richard Hale had once believed he could challenge Stewart Crown Resorts. He learned otherwise. Victor folded his arms, and continued. “The woman stayed with him for almost forty minutes. They spoke privately. He gave her an envelope.” “You don’t know what was inside.”

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.

"Mark, there's no way I can sit through this lecture. Let me borrow that recorder you usually use to record lectures." I casually turned him down. "I forgot to bring it today." Right then, Layla and Tracy barged in with a whole crowd behind them. Layla planted herself front and center and, in front of everyone, threw the accusation at me. "Mark Burnett, Tracy is my roommate! How could you take advantage of a lady when she was helpless and do something as disgusting as sexually assaulting her?"

Dominic shook his head, "Even the child knows, that thing can't be kept within the family." "But she's the heir-" "Shut up and know your place, Sasha, take that thing away from my sight, I need to see my wife." Dominic made his way to Sasha's private room, one of the best in the hospital, he couldn't wait to see his sweetheart. He knew she would be distraught at the reality of what came out of her and the only thought on his mind was to get rid of the freak, no one had to know. "Darling." Dominic pushed the door open peering inside, "Oh my sweetheart." He entered the room moving immediately towards her, gathering her in his arms as she wept profusely.

Marco grumbled before throwing me in the cage, down to the floor and the dirty surroundings. “N-no!” I cried out as I scrambled for the door before it latched. Cold eyes glared at me, his chest heaving. He was angry, furious, and I crumbled inside. My chest heaved as a sob rose with the clang of metal on metal. For days I’d kept the fear, the despair, down to a vibration below the surface, but the dam was broken. “If this continues I can introduce you to my Russian friends, the Volkovs,” Domenico growled. “Their favorite thing is breaking a woman until she’s nothing but a cock sleeve.”

The version of myself who'd believed that if I was just good enough, quiet enough, useful enough, he'd eventually see me. That woman was dead. She'd died in a Queens apartment with a faulty heating system, and I'd been sent back to make sure her death meant something. My phone buzzed. A message from Dominic. Come to the office. Now. ... The lights in Salucci Capital's executive suite were still on when I arrived, the city darkening beyond the windows. Dominic was at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the elbow. He looked like a man who'd been working for hours and would work for hours more.

“Did he get friendly with you?” “Not friendly,” I lied. “He just gives me the creeps and I wanted out before anything happened,” I said. I didn’t need India, with her big personality, taking charge and telling on him. “What a perve,” she said. “I knew it had to be something, you’d been so excited.” I shrugged. “It’s over now.” “Right, you did the right thing,” she said glancing over my shoulder. “Oh, did you hear about King? He’s disappeared, and the drugs were definitely his in the locker-room. What an idiot.”

They ran through hidden corridors as bullets tore through marble behind them. Dominic fired without hesitation, precise and lethal. Men fell. Blood sprayed. Isabella barely had time to breathe. They reached the underground panic room. A steel chamber. Dominic slammed the door shut, locking them inside. The silence was deafening. Her legs gave out. He caught her before she hit the floor. She clung to him, sobbing. “I can’t do this,” she cried. “I can’t live like this.” His grip tightened. “You will,” he said. “Because I won’t let you die.”

He shrugged and motioned for her to get in his car “ be my guest” ——- Half an hour later, Dominic threw open his door and stepped aside to let her pass into his apartment. During the car ride, he have already told her that he was an eclectic which Thalia now understood was nothing but a fancy way to tell her or more like warn her that on his walls hung a lot of nude photographs of models and in the centre of his living room was a stage quite similar to that in a pole dance club with dim red lights, a pole and everything.

he answered. “How do you know ?” I asked in surprise. No one knew that I was rooming with Kai ! Now it was Dominic’s turn to look surprised. However, he regained his composure quickly and calmly answered. “You guys were talking as if you were roommates when I …. uh …. I-I had a mini breakdown yesterday,” he sheepishly said and my lips instantly formed an ‘O’ shape. “I don’t wanna go back to him. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to,” I scoffed while crossing my arms over my chest obstinately.