Novel & Cerita Celeste And Dominic

Dominic was with him. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected to see him here. His eyes were already on me. He looked surprised too, but then his gaze softened, and his lips curved into a wide smile. It was so contagious that I found myself smiling back before I could stop it. "Welcome home, darling," Celesta greeted her husband warmly, walking to him. She then turned to Dominic with a grin. "Good to see you, bro Dominic." Dominic gave her a nod, then walked straight to me.

And she keeps glancing back at Jolie. "She's doing this on purpose." I feel Jolie tense beside me. "She's being deliberately provocative." "To humiliate you." Luna watches carefully. "Showing everyone that she won—she gets to be Lady of this pack, she gets power and status, and you get nothing." When the officiant asks Dominic to kiss his bride, Celeste turns it into something more. She pulls him into a kiss that's too deep, too passionate for a public ceremony. Her hands slide into his hair, body pressing against his in ways that make this feel more like a bedroom than a wedding.

“Before you blew up. I cross-referenced the timestamp. Same night you first used the alias Domica on your side Reddit account.” Dominique went still. “He’s been watching since the beginning.” “Or longer,” Damien said. “He may have created the beginning.” She stepped back, stomach twisting. “What if… what if he’s not obsessed with Domica? What if he’s obsessed with Dominique?” Damien nodded grimly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” They stood in silence, the weight of it pressing into their bones. Then, in a sudden burst of frustration, Dominique threw a small shard of glass across the greenhouse, where it shattered against a wall of ivy.

“Can I ask you something? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say your last name.” Celeste gave a small huff of laughter, the sound holding a trace of nerves. She took a deep breath. “Winters.” Victoria blinked. “Wait… what? I’m sorry, could you say that again?” “My last name… is Winters.” Celeste lowered her gaze to her hands, fingers twisting together. Both Victoria and Silas exchanged a glance, momentarily speechless. “Winters,” Victoria echoed, her voice rising with surprise. “As in the old royal Winters? The family that disappeared?”

Elara Celeste arrives with breakfast—fresh fruit, warm bread, tea that smells like jasmine and honey—and I try to focus on the familiar routine rather than the way Dominic's eyes track my every movement. "Will there be anything else, Your Highness?" Celeste asks, though her attention keeps drifting to Dominic with obvious curiosity. "No, thank you." "Very good. Dominic, will you be joining the princess for all her meals now?" "Every meal," he confirms, and there's something possessive in his tone that makes my pulse quicken. "Can't be too careful about her... nutritional needs."

Celeste's Pov Six months into the new arrangement, Dominic showed up at the house. Not announced. Not scheduled. Just appeared at the gate asking to see me. Security called before letting him through. Nico and Eli wanted to deny him access. I said no. "I need to talk to him," I told them. "Five minutes. That's all." They didn't like it. But they agreed. Dominic looked different. Older maybe. Definitely more settled. He was dressed casual. No pretense.

"What are you talking about? What falling out?" Dominic took a deep breath. "Our family is rich Celeste the Ross family we’re very influential and when Elena was young, they tried to arrange a marriage for her to someone rich too like how we usually do.. but your mother, she didn't want that she was already in love with someone else”

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."

and three tag notifications and his head turned toward her mid-laugh at eleven o'clock on a Saturday while I lay here having been told not to wait up. At breakfast the next morning. Dominic was at the island. Me at the counter with Luca. The ordinary, increasingly suffocating arrangement of a morning in this apartment. Celeste came in, poured her coffee, settled onto the stool beside Dominic — always beside him, never across, that deliberate geometry I had stopped pretending was accidental. She reached for her phone. Scrolled then paused. She turned the screen toward Dominic — just briefly, just enough. The gossip post. His expression stayed neutral, giving nothing.

I haven’t introduced myself yet. “My name’s Celine Hathaway, and… I don’t know a thing about Celestia. All I know is my mother is already dead that’s why I live alone with my father. He never told me anything about this so I’m really confused. I can’t even remember what my mother’s name is and if she’s really here in Celestia.” Odette stood up and went on the other side of the bed where the big window was. She stared at the scenery for a few seconds after facing us again, ready to say something.