Under The Dome Ebook Novels & Stories

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.

B O N U S C H A P T E R 6 : T H E T R U T H H I D D E N U N D E R N E A T H J A V I E R S U M M E R S

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

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.

The once innocent lad is now at the ripe age of ten years old and for five years, learning and living under the headmaster’s world. Within the smallest of rooms and on the bottom floor rest a space that has been lived in for nearly five years. There are two cots on opposite ends of the squared-off chamber and on each end right by the beds are a pair of twin desks. These davenports have been through endless generations of usages it seems. The top of the wooden surface has tally marks and names carved inside the framework. By the looks of it, a knife did most of the work. Its legs are thick and provide a foundation for the four legs to hold up the endless weight of others' subsequent life duri

There was a shadow of doubt on Dominique's face as she stared at him intently through dark eyes. Dominique looked as though she descended from Spanish Aristocracy. Her dark hair framed a face with high cheekbones, and an elegant nose. Her eyes were flashing black, looking playful at time, dangerous at other times. The General feeling one got from Dominique was passion. Her reputation showed she was passionate as a lover, and as an enemy. She would pour her heart into whatever she did, holding nothing back. "That is the results of the survey I reference. All references are listed in the back. I wanted to show that while revolutionary, my idea isn't based upon fantasy or personal opinion excep

"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

His once powerful roars now echoed the desperate gasps of a wolf pushed to its limits. In a final, brutal assault, Damian overcame Dad. The once loyal Beta turned on his Alpha, severing the lifeline that bound them. Dad fell, blood staining the frozen ground, his eyes reflecting the agony of betrayal. With Dad defeated, Damian, his silhouetted form a spectre against the moonlit backdrop, retreated into the depths of the woods. I, unseen and still, bore witness to the aftermath—the scary quietness that followed the storm.

She hurriedly went to her post followed by several unfamiliar people to Beatrice. And there was Hera. When Hera entered the house, she didn't pay attention to her surroundings. It was understandable that she didn't know Beatrice was there. She sat with Ute while watching a TV drama in the living room. Beatrice didn't immediately call out to Hera because she needed to make sure. She followed Hera's steps as she headed towards the right wing, where Anne worked. Eventually, Beatrice stopped in front of an open room. Inside, there were many computer devices hanging and lit up, displaying the entire Southern Region. Beatrice didn't understand how there could be a room in this house that seemed li

I heard my butler, Dominic, call me. I closed the book I've been reading and saw his eyes grow wide after he looked around with mountains of books around me that I already finished reading. Well, it's kinda cute but I will not tell him. Never! "Yes, Dominic?" I responded. Dominic looked at me again and sighed. He showed me a silver tray with a black envelope on top of it. I looked at him questioningly and then he finally spoke that almost made me forget to breathe for a second. "This is from the Underworld."