Dom And Little Academy Novels & Stories

On way 2 lunch B good. She grinned. “Damien?” Lila asked as Jessa put her phone back in her pocket. Jessa nodded. “He’s a bit overprotective.” “Honey, all these Doms are,” Ava replied. “It’s in their genes or something they learn at Dom school.” “Dom school?” Jessa asked with a giggle. “Where all Doms go to learn how to beat on a subs ass,” Lila replied wryly. “Thank God I have Sam to run interference else Marcus would be unimaginable.”

He was still young and wanted to build something with his own hands. … By late afternoon, exhausted and dejected, Dominic checked the time. School was almost over for Lilith, so he drove back to Blossom Elementary. Parents crowded the gates, waiting for their children. The school ranked among Skyline City's elite private schools, almost aristocratic in its standards. Its tuition reached tens of thousands of dollars each year. For Isabella, that was nothing. For Dominic, it was another heavy burden. Still, it didn't shake his resolve. If Isabella continued her ambiguous relationship with Alexander, divorce would be inevitable.

Dominic said with a smirk while walking toward the dining table and sitting on the chair with Ace. "Mommy was missing my papa." Ace said with a grin while looking at his mummy who was looking at him with widened eyes. "Ace!" She hissed in frustration, not knowing what to say at that moment. When did her little boy get so cheeky and mischievous? She knew he was learning all these from their little group of friends. She is going to teach all of them a lesson! "Missing your papa? Why? Was it making her sad?" Dominic asked, his eyes fell back on Athena who was standing there while fidgeting with her fingers. His intense look was making her nervous like a newly wed bride.

Dominic recruited some of his guards to help lead programs, and many others volunteered their time to help their future Luna and each other. Even Tessa and Ward showed up to help, and I hoped we all might turning over a new leaf now that my place in the Pack was secure. The day started wonderfully, and I was able to spend the first hour making the rounds before I would be needed for examinations. I found Dominic in the courtyard, teaching children calisthenics and stretches that would help young bodies grow strong and agile. He was so at ease among the kids, offering an easy smile among his commands and encouragement. At one point I saw him tie a young girls shoelaces, and I almost felt my w

"It's closed, Beth. Move on." "Oh, I know it's closed," I said, lowering my voice significantly, despite the noise. "But 'Domenico Holdings' wasn't a pension fund, Mark. I hit a mainframe that looked like it hadn't been touched since the Cold War, and the security protocols were insane. It was beautifully terrifying. And the digital footprints? They led me to accounts that make Arthur Holdings look like a lemonade stand. Who the hell is Domenico?" Mark's gaze hardened, pushing down a clear warning. "He's not your concern. Do not go back into those systems, Beth. That's a direct order from me."

' he called out. Nelly stopped and turned. It was Dom. 'Have you forgotten my face?' he involuntarily asked as Nelly wanted to walk away. 'Well, who are you?' she asked, half wondering; although the memory of the last incident at the bus stop instantly flowed across her mind. 'I am Dom. Have you forgotten? Union Secondary School Awkunanaw. You attended Awkunanaw Girls, didn't you?' Dom said all these in a flash to avoid a work-out on him.

Eli’s laughter still lingered faintly from upstairs, proof of innocence hanging in the air. Dominic stood before him, tall, unmovable, his expression controlled. “I’ve made a decision.” Noah straightened, wary. “And?” Dominic’s jaw worked before he spoke. “He can attend school. But on my terms.” Relief washed over Noah’s face, quickly chased by suspicion. “Your terms?” “A private academy I approve of. Security detail watching his every step. Teachers vetted. Drivers armed. Every inch of his day is monitored.” His voice was calm, final. “If he cries so much as cries wrong, I’ll pull him out.”

The academy was vibrant and alive with possibilities, filled with students who embraced their differences and thrived in their own unique ways. “What about classes?” I asked, glancing at my uncle. “What do we actually learn here?” “Ah, that’s where Windamere truly shines,” he said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll have classes that cover everything from elemental magic to the history of supernatural creatures, self-defense, and even arts that involve emotional expression—like music and painting. The curriculum is designed to harness each student’s abilities and prepare them for the challenges they might face.” I nodded, excitement bubbling within me. “And what about sports or extracurri