Melanie Cross Under The Dome Novels & Stories

On the news, a political update was going on. The reporter was flashing headlines from a major newspaper publication. One of the headlines featured Duke Anderson and his opponent on the cover of the newspaper. The headline read; Duke Anderson and Abraham Wilcox. The battle for Mayor is heating up. Who will take over the city? *** Later in the evening, Dominic returned home from work and met Andra engrossed in a video game. She was dressed in a boyish outfit and a beanie kept her braids together.

Twisting my body, I pushed my feet against the side of the SUV, trying to move. The vehicle creaked loudly. The steel cable holding us began to slide, sending bright sparks into the rainy night. We slipped lower. "Stop moving!" the driver yelled. "The cable won't hold much longer!" Then a bright flashlight shone down from above. I looked up. Dominic was standing at the broken edge of the bridge. His clothes were torn, and blood covered one shoulder, but he didn't hesitate. He climbed over the damaged railing and slid down the thick steel cable with his bare hands.

Nicola's first reaction was to protect her belly and second, to side-step the incoming collision. Melanie stumbled forward and fell flat on her face. "Melanie!" Natasha screamed as she hurried to help the fallen lady. "You pushed me!" Melanie screamed as soon as she sat up. "Dom, where are you?" "Umm... There is a cam over there." Nicola pointed at their entryway security camera. "So please don't embarrass yourself with that lie when Dominic comes home." The two vile women gaped at her. Melanie scurried to her feet and glared at Nicola. "You really have the guts to talk to me like that after what you did?"

Max can no longer hold back Dom. As I watch him transition into his wolf an idea comes to mind. “Dom, you can reach her in the dream realm! Go to her now! Damen, as soon as Dom reaches her, you and I bite into our marks on her,” I command with clarity. “Do you think it will work?” Damen asks. “I don’t know, but we must try. I don’t know how much longer she can hold out like this or what is going to happen next,” I say. Suddenly her hips rise off the bed and her knees are jerked apart. “Do it now Dom!” I yell in panic.

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

His face scrunched in confusion and annoyance. “Do you know who Val Parsetti is?” I repeated. Dominic’s gaze darted around the room incredulously. “No,” he answered in confusion. “She’s the world’s fastest endurance swimmer,” I practically spat, regurgitating the information Colby had shared with me passionately over milkshakes last week. “Colby’s knowledge is limited to the folks relevant in his industry just like yours.” Dominic’s brows scrunched together, his shoulders rising in agitation. “Fine! Colby shouldn’t be expected to know who Aaron Wallace is, but that has nothing to do with your safety!”

But now, every string was snapping one by one. Her phone buzzed again. Notification: BREAKING NEWS – Authorities confirm new warrant in Cross Family defamation scandal. Sources name Sloane Monroe as a central figure in the conspiracy. Her breath caught. The screen blurred. She scrolled down, and there it was—her photo, smiling beside Damon at one of the charity galas she’d hijacked from Mya years ago. The caption underneath read: Sloane Monroe: The Mastermind Behind the Cross Scandal? Her legs nearly gave out. She stumbled backward until her spine hit the railing, the wood groaning under her weight.

She is standing right next to me. "Damon Winters, you think that you are all that? You should be happy that I am even trying to get your attention. I have a young lover. Much younger than you. What makes you think that you are so wonderful? You are as old as I am," Melanie shouts as she jumps out of the bed and into the dress she has placed carefully next to the bed.

She stared at Damien’s name for a long time. Then she typed. Melanie: Are you watching me? The reply came faster than she expected. Damien: No. She almost believed him. Melanie: People are asking questions. About Victor. About Cross Enterprises. About me. Seconds passed. Damien: Where are you? She hesitated. Then Melanie: Safe. For now. Another pause. Damien: That won’t last. Her throat tightened. Melanie: I didn’t leave to become a target. Damien:

I turn to see him looking down grimly at his watch. My stomach sinks. Of course. Time. I nod quickly. But before we move, Dom pauses and turns to her. “You helped us,” he says simply. A pause, then, “I can’t take you out of here right now. But if you can survive three more days, I’ll make sure you get out and get back home safely. On that, you have my word.” She looks up, lips parted in shock. “What is your name?” he asks. She hesitates a second but gives it, “Melissa”, she whispers.