Dom And Little Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dom: Hey, are you awake? I blinked at the screen, rubbing my eyes. Me: Good morning to you too, Dom. How can I help you? Dom: What time do the kids get up? Me: Close to 9 on weekends. Why? Dom: Oh, nothing. I frowned at the vague answer, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Instead of playing text tag, I just called it. Me: Hey, just call me. Dom: I will in 15 minutes. I stretched and sat up, pulling my bonnet off as I made my way downstairs to start breakfast. My mind still lingered on Dom’s messages. What was he up to?

(Ten Years Later) Calliana. "There you are," Dominic says, wrapping his arms around me. Dominic and I have three kids, and Our first baby was a girl we named her Winter. Our second baby was a girl we call Rayne, and our third was also a bouncing baby girl that Dominic named Tara. "Hey," I replied, closing my book and setting it down. Winter is Nine and Rayne is Seven, and Tara is Five. I asked Dominic if he was disappointed that we didn't have a boy. He said that who needs a boy when you've got three girls.

The two of them had been acting that way since they met each other for the first time around a year ago, and had they not known better, they would assume the kids were a mini couple. A little background. Evan Dominique Reign was the eldest son of Enrique Reign, he was fair with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, unlike the other kids, he seemed to be the amplified version of Enrique, at five years old, he had been showing innocent flirting toward Xenia. Everyone could not forget the one time when they found him kissing her, and when asked why, he casually replied, "Daddy did it to mommy, he said you can do it to someone you love, I love Xenia, so I'm doing it to her." hearing those words com

It seems like yesterday when Marcus and I had been drunken eighteen year olds, making a sloppy sex list. At least we did it right. “Gia?” A deep baritone speaks my name. I look up, putting a face to the voice. I’m caught off guard by how attractive he is. His profile picture had been ridiculously hot but it pales in comparison to the real deal. Intense sea-green eyes. A neat beard. Rippling muscles. He’s got to be twice my age. Arousal shoots up my spine the longer we maintain eye contact. “Sasha,” I bite my lip. “I’m guessing you’re going to be my dom for tonight?”

I’d always known things were strained between them, but seeing it up close like this made my stomach twist. “You’re meddling in my affairs again!” Liam shouted, stepping closer to his father despite the obvious size and power difference. “This has nothing to do with you. Sadie and I have history. Stay the fuck out of it!” Diego remained unmoved, his posture relaxed but radiating quiet authority. “History? Maybe. But I doubt any of that matters now. You have a fiancée.” His face turned fully red now. He looked ready to explode. “You think you’re better than me? I don’t need your approval or your interference!”

"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."

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

Human aren't enslaved well maybe just a little, at the age of 16 all human get tested mentally and divided to categories: Dom/Sub, Daddy/Little, Mommy/little, Master/Pet, Master/slave. Today is my 17 birthday well it's the mark of my me being born as human 17 years ago , but on my ID I'm not even one. My name is Sophia Vitale, and I'm a vampire and a little, I belong to my daddy and Dom Dimitri Vitale. We both go to Doms&Littles Academy. It's a school where you learn how to be a good sub depending on your category, it's also where you meet doms. I met my daddy one year ago and I became his little princess.

“Uncle Dom said there’s treasure hidden here!” Dominic winked at Lena, a conspiratorial look in his eyes. He had, in fact, hidden a small box of chocolate coins under that bush that morning. It was a simple, normal thing to do, and it was that very normalcy that felt like a luxury. Lena sat on the porch steps, watching them. Dominic got down on his hands and knees, pretending to be a valiant knight searching for the buried gold. His face, once a mask of grim determination, was now animated with a silly seriousness that made Lena’s heart swell. He made exaggerated gasps and dramatic gestures, and Eliana shrieked with delight, her little arms wrapped around his neck as they “discovered” the tr

Dax turned his head and nodded to the man. “Sarah, this is Dom, my beta. Dom, this is Princess Sarah, my mate.” Dom’s eyes got wide as he realized what happened with the bimbo. He was taller at 6’ 7” with light brown hair and brown eyes. He had a clean-shaven face with a more slick body type, but was still very muscular. “Dom, please show Sarah around while I go pack.” Dax didn’t even wait for an answer before walking off. “So…princess huh?” Dom stated lamely.