Under The Dome Ebook Novels & Stories

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

She needed closure and Dom was all about it if it saved his mate's sanity and brought her fully back to, not surviving, but living her life. And just like that, right after breakfast, Dom walked closely followed by his mate and fiancee, down the underground dungeons that reeked of blood and rotting organic matter. In her head, she knew Y deserved worse than this for doing everything he did to her and all other innocent creatures.

But the water didn't flood the streets. A mile out from the docks, the ocean hit an invisible, translucent wall of violet fire. The wave didn't break; it surged upward, clawing at the sky, trying to find a gap in my dome. I felt the weight of the entire Western Sea pressing against my mind. My skin began to bleed from the pores, the sheer kinetic friction turning the air around us into a shimmering haze of heat. "Nathaniel! Status!" I gasped, my vision blurring. "The dome is holding at eighty-nine percent integrity!" Nathaniel’s voice echoed through the resonance-crystal. "But Emma, the pressure is creating a vacuum beneath the surface! Something is moving through the under-currents!"

On way 2 lunch B good. She grinned. “Damien?” Lila asked as Jessa put her phone back in her pocket. Jessa nodded. “He’s a bit overprotective.” “Honey, all these Doms are,” Ava replied. “It’s in their genes or something they learn at Dom school.” “Dom school?” Jessa asked with a giggle. “Where all Doms go to learn how to beat on a subs ass,” Lila replied wryly. “Thank God I have Sam to run interference else Marcus would be unimaginable.”

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.”

“Remember, the magic expires at midnight, then it’s back to rags and pumpkins.” Dante glared. “Scram.” “Zero humour. As always,” Caleb muttered as he strolled off. Dante walked forward, carrying Jo straight into what looked like empty air. The dome shimmered for a brief second, then vanished again. When he set her down, Jo looked around, confused. “What is this?” “A dome,” Dante said. Inside the invisible dome, there was no wind. No echo. Even the usual faint hum of nature dulled inside the barrier.

I suspect she's opting for in-home professional treatment rather than hospitalization, given the severity of her condition. I locate Dad in his study, where he often seeks refuge to work. Upon my entry, Dad looks up, visibly absorbed in thought. He startles at the sound of the creaking door, removes his glasses, and meticulously polishes them with his handkerchief before replacing them and regaining his composure. "Hermione," he says.

“Everything in this life is a gamble. The question is whether we’re willing to risk it.” They met two days later, and the chosen location was an abandoned cathedral on the outskirts of town. Sunlight filtered through shattered stained-glass windows, casting fractured colors onto the cracked marble floor. Enzo and his men arrived first, taking positions around the room. Sienna stood by Enzo’s side, her hand resting on the pistol holstered at her hip. “Do you think he’ll show?” Sienna whispered. “Oh, he’ll show. Diego loves theatrics.” Enzo said cynically.

Dom replied, a dark, dangerous smirk touching his lips. I walked away down the long, empty hallway, my Dom-purchased heels clicking loudly against the floor. I held the Furmond file tightly in my hands. Tomorrow, I was going to present this to the council. The weak Diane was completely dead, and Julian was finally going to see what happened when a woman decides to be wicked.

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