Under The Dome Book Novels & Stories

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.. Chapter 66 Emily’s POV: The paper trembled between my fingers, the words blurring as tears slipped freely down my cheeks. I hadn’t even made it halfway through, and yet it felt like the ground beneath me had already cracked open. The letter had been tucked inside an old envelope, faded at the edges, as if time itself had tried to erase its contents. But the ink remained stubborn, each word heavy, like it had waited too long to be read.

can’t breathe in there half the time. Dom though. across from me. all posture and angles. like a textbook picture of “responsible man at meeting” — jaw tight, eyes low, scribbling sharp little notes like he’s carving commandments. never a wasted motion. but it’s a lie, I can see it. he’s too still. like he’s hiding the storm under it.

Author’s Note If you stumbled upon this story and it piques your interest enough to read it, thank you so much. I wrote this story in 2024, but I have to revise the entire thing and do some tweaking. It isn’t that the story is inadequate, but the first version felt dissatisfactory. I opt for a story that has resonance instead of flowery prose and poetic metaphors. I mostly lean on writing contemporary books, and the idea of merging both fantasy (as a big reader of it) and magical realism in a modern setting sounds rather ambitious. My first urban fantasy novel, “Under The Eclipse: The Blood Moon,” will be a sort of creative literary thesis instead of experimentation. It’s not a perfectly pol

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

"He believes in this. In you. In whatever they think you're supposed to become. Scarlett's stomach twisted. "That doesn't make it better," she said. "No," Julian agreed. "It makes it worse." Meanwhile Dominic stood in a dark underground level beneath the main campus. A place even most of the elite didn't know existed. But he did. Because this… This was where the real power lived. A keypad glowed faintly beside a reinforced door. Dominic entered a code. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Inside Screens. Systems. Data.

Somewhere beneath me, in the underground floors of this same building, was a glass cage that had once held a demon now reduced to ash, and a prison full of creatures Dominic kept like trophies of every war he'd ever survived. I wrapped my arms around myself against the chill and tried to remember the version of my life that had existed only days ago, the Sanctuary, the children, the quiet, ordinary danger of running a rescue network rather than standing in the center of a Prince's dominion with a title I hadn't asked for sewn into my aura.

The room was almost empty with no locker in sight Dominic pulled out a folded sketch— the basement layout. His eyes scanned Then room again “A seat…” There it was. Montana’s favorite chair. He walked to it and shoved it aside, a hidden door revealed itself beneath. A faint smirk touched his lips. He opened it and descended. The underground room was dark, abandoned and forgotten. Dust lingered in the air. And at the center was a small brown wooden box. Dominic approached, crouched, and opened it just enough to confirm its contents.

Her book club tote hangs on the back of the door that I just closed behind me, the canvas brushing my shoulder as I step inside, and the physical evidence of her life is layered over every surface of this room like a fingerprint I’m about to smudge. Dominic is sitting in his reading chair with his glasses low on his nose and a book open on his knee, and he’s wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons undone and his feet are bare against the hardwood, and the domesticity of the image – him in his chair, reading, barefoot, in the home he shares with my mother – is more devastating than any locked office door because this isn’t a stolen Thursday between classes. This is the inside of his li

The title said 'The Fault in Our Stars'. "I think you'd like this one. But don't get your hopes up..." Caleb smiled. I held the book to my chest and thanked him. Getting my hands on a new book is something close to magical for me. I finally bid Caleb goodbye, and the next thing I know...the shotgun seat of the truck was right in front of me. Dom went out and held the door open. I mindlessly entered the vehicle while holding the book, reading its sypnosis. I could feel Dom's cold stare linger at what I'm holding before he went back to the driver's seat.

When they got there the library was a dream library big, bold, and with lots of books my favorite. My eyes widen as we entered the room seeing the section of shelves with thousands of books in between. On top where the roof was a glass dome on top just like the greenhouse. With the dome help bring the natural light into the building showing the tiniest details the shelves had details of all types of animals frogs, deer, birds, and others. Books flying from all directions. While some to other students and some to different shelves to sit on either the top shelves or in one of the mini compartments that were inside the shelves.