Under The Dome Ebook Novels & Stories

"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

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere. The flames disappeared when I opened my eyes only to see a green small dome the size of the book that seemed to protect it. I glanced at the two who were a few inches away from where they stood minutes ago. “Do you see this?”, I asked, pointing at the green dome-shaped around the book. They look at each other then back at me confused. “The book, you mean?”, Lyv replied. I shook my head. Pointing at it, “No, this green dome-shaped around the book.”

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"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.

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.

Hungrier. I pushed the door open. Dominic. We called him Dom. He was leaning back in his leather chair behind the wide glass desk. Tie loosened. Top two buttons of his shirt undone. Sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded and strong. The city lights behind him turned the room into a black-and-gold aquarium, reflections sliding across his face every time a car passed far below. He didn’t look up right away. Just kept scrolling on his tablet, and a red pen held like he was marking up my soul instead of my copy.

Her mouth was dry, and her fingers kept twitching—toward her laptop, toward her phone, toward her mask. But she didn’t want to dominate. Not tonight. She wanted to understand. So she reached under her bed and pulled out the black velvet-wrapped journal—The Mistress Bible, she once called it. Pages of rules, philosophies, scene breakdowns, subs who begged, and subs who disappointed. And scattered between them? Letters to herself. Secrets only Domica ever read. She opened to a blank page. Her pen hovered. And then it poured. I don’t know who I am tonight.

The music halts and Dominic holds my hand tightly in his, his voice barely a whisper his eyes move around the beach mansion. “Bella, I need you to listen to me well” he turns his head to me, “In a few minutes or seconds, something will happen on this island, I want you to grab your shoes and walk in the direction of the office, there is a single green book on war, pull it Ike a lever, a door will open” he holds my hands in his turning me to him, his eyes daunting and serious “Don’t slow down and don’t allow any guard to follow you, it will lead to an underground tunnel which will take you straight to the yacht, hopefully, I will catch up with you he leaves a kiss on my cheek

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.