Dom And Little Academy Novels & Stories

"St. Mary's Academy. The private school on Riverside Drive." "I know it." Dominic was already guiding her toward the door, his hand light on her back, protective without being possessive. His driver had the midnight blue Bentley waiting at the curb. Dominic opened the door for her himself. "St. Mary's Academy, quickly," he told his driver. As the car pulled smoothly into traffic, Elena tried to count backward to calm her racing heart. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen. But the numbers kept scattering. "Breathe," Dominic said quietly beside her. "Whatever it is, you'll handle it."

“You think he wears diapers? Should I buy a playpen or a —" Lucas sensed his Alpha was nervous. And it was a new finding, he had never known Dom to be terrified of anything before. “You'll be a great dad. Just make sure he's fed and happy. And DJ is an easygoing kid. He's very smart too, must have got it from his mom." Lucas laughed, and a smile lit up Dominic's face. “DJ," Dominic said his name for the first time. “It's obvious what it's short for," Lucas stuffed the turkey leg down his throat. “I bet his name is Dominic Junior.” He burped and then sucked on his ten fingers.

I say, and pull my hand back first because his grip was warm and dry and unsettling in a way I can't explain. My mom is glowing. She's wearing the earrings she only wears when she wants to impress someone, and her hand is on Dominic's arm, and she's telling me about how they met at a faculty event and how he teaches Advanced Literature at Ashworth – which is my university, which is fine, everything is fine – and then she says the thing that makes my stomach drop. "His son Knox is about your age, actually. He dropped out of school about a year ago, but Dominic's convinced him to re-enroll at Ashworth, so you two will be on the same campus! Isn't that great?"

"When? How? With who?" Dominic raised a furrowed brow at the shocked woman. Elizabeth let out a nervous chuckle realizing how ridiculous she sounded. "I apologize for the outburst, Sir. I was just shocked that you have kids that I know nothing of" She bowed slightly. Yet, the curious woman couldn't help but ask "But how, Sir?" "I mean, no kid schooling in Westwood Elementary High goes by the surname Hartless or Dominic so which kids are you talking ab..." "Leon and Shantel Throndsen. I'm here to pick them up" Dominic quickly interrupted. Elizabeth became more confused.

Feeling Principal Dom’s anxiety, Gilbert chuckled and said, "I believe that you can definitely deal with it. I didn't call you to make you deal with this, and I want to inform you that after the two elders found out about this, they immediately left for Academy of art University." Dom: "…" Damn! He was wrong, he could not treat Anna as George’s fiancée. He should treat her as the granddaughter-in-law of the Wolf Family! "Alright, alright, I know now. I'm already reaching the school," Dom said hastily and told them that he would wait at the entrance of the school. "The Wolf elders want to be low-key, and they do not want to create a ruckus over this, so please don't make it too big or grand,"

As I got in I quickly changed up and showered. As I came out, I realized none of my clothes were in his room. I went over to his wardrobe to check if I could just wear anything from there. And I saw a baby picture of Dominic. It looked so familiar and I tried so hard to remember. And suddenly it flashed my mind. Is Dominic Domdom? My mouth widen in surprise as it corresponded to his name Domdom was my crush back then in kindergarten, when we were so little. We made a promise to grow up healthy and get married together. I couldn't believe he was the one.

I really wanted to make this work, for that girl who had been told she wouldn't amount to nothing. Our stories sound alike, although he had wealthy parents, he had struggled to make sure that he created a name for himself and he had done just that. Within. Within the span of two years, Maclina was a giant tech company with major prototypes and patents which they oversaw. Throwing a fist in the air, I threw a glance at my surroundings, tiptoeing to the balcony which had an infinity pool attached to it. I swallowed, willing myself to be calm as my dream to own an apartment just as fine as this wasn't so far off.

Her expression softened immediately and she watched as Dominic reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded notebook where several pages protruded from inside. "What is that?" She asked. He handed it over. Althea opened it and immediately her eyes widened at what she is reading. Names of schools with their programs. Curriculum comparisons. Security assessments. Teacher-to-student ratios. Architectural layouts. Emergency medical response capabilities. Playground safety. Even travel times from Blackstone. Althea slowly looked up. "You visited them." "Just four school.” Dominic answered with a nod. "You visited four schools?" "I already eliminated two." He replied.

"Dominic? You know Eliza?" She affectionately took our parents by the arm and introduced them with a sweet smile. "Mom, Dad, this is Dominic, my classmate from tutoring. He comes from a humble background, but he's incredibly driven. He's already involved in research projects as a college freshman. Who knows, he might be a great scientist one day!" A "humble background," she said. And yet, he once had me—a fool willing to bleed herself dry for his future. With no burdens to carry, no financial strain, of course, Dominic had the luxury to pour himself into academics.

he said slowly, "moving against House Corvane directly risks consequences this academy may not survive. They fund a third of our operating costs across every program we run. Public accusation, even with evidence, invites total and immediate withdrawal, not merely partial." "Then we allow fear of losing funding to justify children nearly burning alive in their own dormitory." Oren's voice, quiet until now, cut through the chamber with sudden weight. "I have taught at this academy for over twenty years. I have never once been asked to weigh a student's life against a ledger balance. I find I have no intention of starting tonight." A long, heavy silence followed his words, and slowly, one by on