Under The Dome Ebook Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"The drones were fine. But the view from here is significantly better." Klint, standing a few feet away, let out a soft, defeated chuckle as he packed his gear. He had provided the magic, but Arthur—the 'stiff' CFO who finally chose to be a man—was the one who had won the reality. Down on the sand, under a sky of artificial stars and a future of real ones, Zeke held Xielle tight, knowing that Taming the dangerous bait was finally over—because he was already living in it.

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.

Both are here on GN. If you'd like another BL book, check out Subduing the Alpha or I am Not Your Love Story which is also on GN. Please note that Subduing the Alpha has two versions, the completed BL version and the hetro version which is still being edited for a female lead. And, if you're tired of romance stories and would like some adventure and fantasy, please check out Adventures of the Crown. Book 1 is completed and book 2 is ongoing. Both are on GN and MN.

MY REBOUND DOMINEERING HUSBAND Chapter 18. Joel was already swimming, while waiting for Olivia to show up. He swam underneath the pool and stayed in that position for a while before swimming back to the top. He popped his head out of the water and squeezed his hair slightly, draining some water from it. He opened his eyes and became awestruck with the goddess walking towards the pool. He swam to the edge of the pool with his gaze not leaving Olivia's flawless body. The yellow lights that surrounded the mansion, shine brightly on her skin and it made her look like an angel disguised as a human.

It was nighttime, and Dominic lay in bed with Andra nestled in his arms. The room was bathed in the soft glow of amber light from a single wall sconce. Outside, the distant hum of the city filtered through the closed windows, muffled and unobtrusive. Inside, there was only quiet and warmth.

He groaned because whenever he doesn't think well of something, the image of his mother appears and her goodness restores his senses. He then looks downhill; people are joyful and having a good time, but he can't smile or convince himself to do the same. This is why Aunt Anabella looked after the guests since he constantly frowned at them. Bram had been hearing the screaming of the people below and had disregarded them, believing they were simply having fun, but when he heard a familiar voice that sounded devastated, he instantly stepped down from the tree and looked down. He can't see where they're pointing because the area is very covered, so he walks first and comes across a drowning chil

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

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