Romans & histoires Suicide Room Dominik

The Cassano family has a strange tradition. Any man who wants to marry me has to go into a dark room with my father for his “test.” Only the ones who pass get to be with me. But over the years, I’ve had several boyfriends, and every single one of them came out of that room a different person, with murder in their eyes. My fifth boyfriend, Dominic, scoffed at the idea. “It’s just some old-school scare tactic.” “I love you, and I want to marry you,” he promised. “Don’t worry, baby.” He went in. When he came out, he looked at me like I was something he’d scraped off his shoe. “You filthy bitch. I can’t believe the Cassano family even lets you live.” He lunged at me, his hands wrapping around my

Delaney walked into the front office to rent a room, and found a late teen behind the counter with a Nintendo Switch and an energy drink. Thirty minutes later, they walked into a one-bedroom hotel room with a small kitchen, a round table and one large bed. Delaney's body begged to crawl into the bed and pass out, but she wanted to make sure that Patch was okay, first. He pulled off his vest, tugged his shirt over his head, and then plopped down face first onto the mattress. He moved to his side, and curled his finger at her. "Come here," he whispered. She crawled over, and Patch pulled her toward him. The deafening silence ate at Delaney's chest. Everything had taken a nosedive since Lucas f

“Hello, Persefoni. My name is Dainty, and I just wanted to ask what do you mean by the room I’ll be staying in?” “Live Suicide has a policy of killing one person each day, and someone is slated to be killed later tonight, therefore your death is scheduled for tomorrow,” Persefoni explained. As I arose, my entire body tensed up. Isn’t it only me who is going to perish here? Is it true that someone dies every day? My thoughts wandered to a question. How many more people committed suicide in this place before me? Is human life worth the same as money?

One week from now and she will be counting 21 years of her life. Serena’s room has been decorated in light tones, it wasn’t a very big room but it was cozy, clean and it was something that belonged to her. The walls were painted in a light cream color, a white princess size bed lay in the middle of the room with yellow tapestries just behind the bed making the color pop. Beside the bed was large glass window with a spectacular view, on the left side was the study table and chair in white and following the study table was a large bookshelf. In front of the window lay a cozy small white settee sofa with a small white cushioned table. There was a TV in front of the bed, and a laptop on the tabl

They soon reached a room and Dominick shut the door as he entered. "I already agreed to do what you've asked of me. I'd like to return back to town tomorrow, " Dominick explained to him. He watched Dante who moved towards a wall and pulled open the huge green satin curtains. "Really?" Dante asked in a nonchalant manner. He soon turned open the door behind the curtains and he went in. "You may come in," he ordered. Dominick did as he asked and he entered the dark room with him. The lights soon went on and what Dominick saw shocked him. It was Dante's secret weapon room. His most treasured place in the mansion.

,she leaves and I'm fuming. "yeah well I fucked him first!!",I yelled after her retreating form. She ruined my life taking him from me. He even switched to a floor and said no one but his mate's are allowed up there. The room we spent hours fucking in was turned into a library and storage room. Dominic pov I heard Bianca yell

she yelled after me before running off to her room, leaving her father and me alone. "whore!" Dominic yelled out, completely forgetting that his servant was nearby and could hear him, thereby exposing his private business to the public. He quickly grabbed my hand and led me to the left side of the house as if he had been reading my thoughts. No need for anyone to tell me that he was dragging me to the room he had made for me because I already knew it. The room was referred to as the darkroom. Even though I hadn't intentionally disobeyed him, Dominic still punished me in this manner. He had no justification for his hatred toward me whatsoever.

' He turned to me expectantly with a smile plastered on his face. I stood rooted to the spot unable to collect my thoughts. How could Damian be so ruthless? Mr Dominic had just died and he wanted to occupy the old man's room. If he so wanted to live in this house, he could choose any of the abundant rooms the Rollins house had, but no he wanted Mr Dominic's room. This would only cause more trouble for Sheena. She would bear the whole blame even if she had nothing to do with it. How would she escape this now?

Now he knew it wouldn’t be possible. Dominic took a breath, then squared a look on his Beta that reminded him of where he stood in the hierarchy. “I will tell you everything I know because it is needed for my safety and for the safety of those in this household. Please note however that this is extremely personal and private information that I would not have shared with you under any other circumstances.” Adam nodded once. Dominic kept their gaze locked, daring his Beta to avert his eyes. “The type of drug was some sort of aphrodisiac. It is my understanding that Miss Nova and Aaron Wallace were also drugged. When I found them mostly naked together and tried to get Aaron away from Miss Nova,

"Tell me what really happened." Dominic's eyes dropped, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It was a long time ago," he said, his voice barely audible. "I was young, stupid. I didn't know what I was doing." I leaned forward, my heart racing with anticipation. "What did you do?" I asked, my voice firm. Dominic's eyes flashed, his gaze locking onto mine. "I killed him," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I killed the man who was sleeping with my fiancée."