Under The Dome Book Novels & Stories

“Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.” “That must be tough,” Chloe commented. “Yes, it is tough,” Harold affirmed. He looked up at her. “We have Geography in Citadel K. Do you know where it is?” “Yeah, it's on the floor above this,” Chloe replied. “Why is K upstairs while the others are down here?” Harold asked. “I wish I could answer that but I don't know why, too.” The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was.

They mirrored the innocence of the squared floor. With some huffing and puffing, the ice withered away in minutes. Lines from the red connected the dots in a sort of hierarchy. The white became blue when the moisture left the surface. “Hey, I smell smoke. What’s that?” dad rushed through the opening. “I don’t know. I found this stashed underneath the meat,” I shrugged. He swiped the letter from my hands. His eyes bore through the paper like lasers scanning a piece of document. After reaching the bottom, it melted like butter, soiling the well-kept glass.

Sol growls as she tries her best to remember what she saw in the strange dream. ... The Upper levels of the dome lay caked in the bleak shroud of steam produced from the rain clashing with the summer heat. Scans said that the Upper levels’ atmosphere generators were already turning the Dome into some kind of springtime paradise. H6 dove his bike through the airways, cutting through the bustling traffic. It was only the midday but the evening congestion had already begun. Executive Skycars hummed quietly, their platinum frame and gold plated rims gleaming as they stood in contrast to the hulking cargo airships that had just arrived from abroad. Security drones buzzed around the airships, taki

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

Hans opened the cover of the transparent container glass on the book. He carefully took the old book in his hand and intently looked at the title written in bold letters on the cover. “King Dominique’s Memoirs, so I’m guessing this is the one. This will answer those doubts of mine.”

"My Luna Dowa…" "But be careful. No matter how stubborn and unyielding he may be, he is still our son and we won't let you ruin my son's life and reputation. Remember, Jordan Reynolds was a self-made Alpha and he is six feet beneath the ground now. You are just a measly Beta, don't let over-ambition ruin your young life." Luna Rosette advised and glanced at her briefly with a crooked frown on her face before walking into the pathway leading to their Chamber. Katherine was paralyzed with fear and didn't even realize it when she slumped to the ground.

Her steps slowed, and her posture stiffened, as though she were bracing herself for something dangerous. The guards led us forward in perfect silence, their armor gleaming and their expressions unreadable. That alone should have warned me. At first, I allowed myself to take in the illusion. The Dome's interior was vast, impossibly so, stretching far beyond what its exterior suggested. The ceiling arched high above us, painted with constellations that shifted and rearranged themselves as we walked, while the floor beneath our boots felt warm and almost alive, subtly responding to every step we took.

The bottoms were high waisted while the top was a bandeau of sorts. I tried my hardest to keep myself from picturing Rose in either of them, but my mind rushed to create an image of Rose's lean, well-muscled body barely clothed, dripping wet as she stepped out of a pool. I discretely lowered the book I still had in my hands to cover my growing erection.

"Of course he will. As long as he thinks that the baby is yours and his. But what happens when he finds out that the child if for his wi..." "Shhh! Mother, watch your words! We are in the Shaw mansion. Anyone could easily eavesdrop on us." Abigail hurriedly covered her mother's mouth with her hands in order to prevent her from making a huge mistake, and warned. "I know that, but we are in the baby's room. No one can hear us. Anyway, how are you going to cope with living with someone else's child? To be honest with you, I can live with my worse enemy. As long as I get to stay in this big mansion and enjoy the luxurious life associated with it. I'll be surrounded with all those servants and bo