Under The Dome Book Novels & Stories

"Our home... everything we built... It's destroyed because of me." No," Dominic said fiercely, leaning down so his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin. The deep, intoxicating romance that had blossomed between the healer and her patient in the quiet dark of the apocalypse was now an unyielding bond of steel. "This bakery was just a building. You are my sanctuary, Rhea. As long as you are breathing, my home is safe. I am taking you to the Citadel, and I am going to tear down their walls to get the medicine you need.

And somewhere beneath the city… The Dominion was waiting.

I chose to ignore his new behaviour shrugging it off as stress and anger from abandonment. We went to the spirit wolf pack and started moving tents and wolves along with food and medical supplies to the dome. We were worried that Luna and Apophis might try to recruit soldiers from there. After we had moved most of them, we went further to try to move people from other packs to the place. We went for the top fifteen packs and took only their top-ranking officers. The space in the dome was limited, so we had to be careful not to crowd the place. Killing lesser wolves would be easier than killing top-ranking wolves. That was why we made the selection process that way. We took some human familie

I turned around and cupped my hands in the air. I built another dome that was just the right size for us, and we were both inside. The moonlight was blocked because we were surrounded by it, and it will also disappear as dawn breaks. I immediately applauded, and the roots in the dome began to light up. This will be his resting place before I bury him. I took a step forward and touched the dome. I stepped out as it opened. I turned to face my glowing dome. The massive veins immediately opened and emerged from beneath at my signal. It engulfed the round dome before being swallowed up by the earth.

This was not going right. The new tzarina grinned. "Don't worry, doc. Dominic will make sure I will have all the fresh meat I can get." Alec tried not to choke on his laughter while Dominic was looking besotted and a rare soft smile was directed to his fiancee. Lizzie Hope looked at the ceiling. Oh, God. Take me, please? ____________ Dominic Like a man surveying his Midas of gold, he scanned his library cum office. Basically, headquarters for him and his detka. Two large antique desks flanked at its center. His filled with documents while Beau's was filled with her gadgets.

The drive further into the city was quiet. I had finally explained in full to Rem who I was going to talk with. At first, he hadn’t really comprehended that there was a large group of Ancient Ones camping out in St. Paul’s Cathedral, but the more I spoke of their looks and manner of speaking, the more aware he was that I was telling the truth.

Ancestor Origin gave the go ahead when everyone was ready. “Are you ready for this, Mane?” Hildegarde who had seen exactly what Mane had seen in the designs a day ago was very excited for what lay behind the dome. And her excitement was felt clearly by Mane. “I am,” Mane smiled, before giving the others the signal to unlock their pillars, “Now!” *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* There were a series of loud booms, and the dome before Mane descended slightly before revealing a small entrance, one large enough to fit just one person.

This fixed scenario every time he visits is straining for his eyes. The butler opened the car door for them and his sister handed over the car key. The outside of the house is lively and bright, but entering the house is suffocating. A lot of eyes are watching as if with one wrong move then someone will shoot you. He doesn't doubt the security of the house but sometimes felt more disturbed about it. This austere and sultry atmosphere felt like you were a hostage and it’s concerning for Bram. This house reflects the man inside of it.

The draft from the open vault door reaches the flame, and the flame bends once, twice, and then it is gone, and the chapel is dark, and the ledger sits in its hidden cavity beneath the granite altar stone, and the pages are still open to the authorization code that will burn the Armenise syndicate to the ground. Domenico sets the notebook on the writing desk by the window. He does not let go of my jaw. His other hand finds my hip, and the touch is deliberate and slow, the same deliberate slowness he brought to our second night, the slowness of a man who has decided that urgency is for people who do not know what they want. He knows what he wants. I know what I want. The knowing is terrifying

"Hey, nerd, your mine now, for the whole period, and I can do anything I want to you, and no one will stop me.'' He said, chuckling, and I felt him pull my seat closer. I gasped when I felt his hand on my lap, and he squeezed hard on my thigh. I started to look around, and I felt like I wanted to pass out and get out of there before something awful happened to me, just him and me in the back where no one close by except a girl on the other side not paying attention and another guy two seats in front of us. I swallowed in my throat because whatever happened, no one would hear me calling for help. After all, I would be dead before someone stopped him. Willow P.O.V. I felt his hot breath on the