Melanie Cross Under The Dome Novels & Stories

“Cole. Charlotte Monarchs’ new forward. His comeback story’s gold. He’s in town for a youth charity event this weekend — Spectrum Center. You’ll get an exclusive.” My mouth went dry. “That’s… fast.” “It’s news,” she said simply. “You’re our best for this one.” I nodded, forcing my voice steady. “I’ll do it.” Because walking away wasn’t an option. Not in this career. Not when everyone was watching. That evening, I sat on the tiny balcony of my apartment, watching the city glow beneath a soft spring haze. The hum of cars below blended with the faint echo of music from a rooftop bar across the street.

He waved his ticket high in the air. Emily immediately jumped to his defense. "You must just be jealous, old hag. Everyone knows it's Patrick's winnings. If it's yours, then where's your proof?" The woman bared her teeth, ready to pounce, but Emily shoved her back hard. Turning to the camera, Emily sneered, "Don't believe her. She's just desperate to become famous. Honestly, she belongs in an asylum. Someone should check her brain for problems!" Patrick gave a cold snort. "Exactly. You're only acting out because you can't stand the fact that I've won 50 million dollars."

I asked although I already knew. "My loft. It has all the privacy we need." Privacy. I smiled. "Perfect." The door slid open, exposing the breathtakingly beautiful penthouse. The first thing I noticed were the floor to ceiling windows and the dark shape of a building on the opposite side. Dominic's words echoed in my mind. 'Some of my men and I would be on the opposite building ready to blow his brain out.' Could he see me right now? The night was a midnight blue, an array of stars littered the sky and complimented the bright orange city lights. I didn't have time to marvel at the view when I froze suddenly

The room was totally white in color with white walls, white wind chimes, white curtains but with patches of golden and slight blue shades which gave off the aura like it belonged to a spiritual being. Lady Melanie Cross was resting over the bed holding a scripture in her hands while lying and was reading it as if she was trying to take out something from that scripture. She was a kind hearted lady who was known all over the mountains for her kindness and gentleness. She was one of her kind and believed to forgive those who had done anything dangerous or harmful, for she believed that everyone deserves a second chance. Some people even said that she was the most kind hearted fairy in the whol

Right now, Julian Cross was finally showing his seams. Celeste sat forward, her fingers flying across the keyboard in clean, practiced strokes. The images of Julian and the unknown man were still open on the screen, grainy but telling. Whatever that meeting was, it didn’t belong in the curated life Julian usually kept—and if Dom hadn’t caught it, it would’ve vanished without a trace. She typed fast, no fluff:

Melissa asked. “Yes, she's good at everything she does, and I just sometimes find it hard to beat her,” I admitted. "Oh no wonder Damien Pierce fell for her too,” she smirked. We spoke for a while and Melissa then left. I thought Evelyn Cross was dark but Melissa just seemed to be the darkest. Her presence felt like death. “Who are those people?" my roommate asked. “Those are just my friends. Did you hear anything?" I asked since she definitely eavesdropped.

Calix bent down on Selene and patted her back, he pulled Selene on his chest, hugging her tight as she cried helplessly. Ambulance sirens came in the scene. Police officers surrounded the whole parish. Nuns and helpers were guided out, all unaware of what happened beneath their feet. The detective was found unconscious but still had pulse, Faye and Calis pulled Selene out from Domus Malum, leaving the place empty and no trace of Lucas. Selene’s eyes were blank and unfocused as she let her body be dragged by her friends. She lost her strength while walking and hit the ground. She heard muffled voices around her, all screaming her name. She heaved a deep breath as the darkness filled her visio

The great dome groaned again, a deep resonating sound that traveled up through the soles of my boots and settled heavy in my bones. Another long jagged crack split across the reinforced glass, snaking all the way from the base to the very top. The red warning light flared brighter, casting long distorted shadows that danced across every surface. Elara did not waste a single breath on unnecessary explanations. She turned and moved quickly toward the circular pedestal that sat directly beneath the highest point of the dome, her coat swishing around her ankles.

I picked up one of the books on the most macabre killers to exist, trying to ignore Lissa digging in Rose's underwear drawer as she pulled out bras and their matching panties. "Which one do you think Rose will want to wear?" I looked up at Lissa's sudden question to see her holding up two different swimsuits. The one in her left hand was a bright blood-red, the top would be less revealing than the bottoms. It had a high neck, but most of it was made from lace, the cups on the bra being the only thing backed by a solid fabric. The swimsuit in her right hand was solid black. The bottoms were high waisted while the top was a bandeau of sorts.