Under The Dome Novels & Stories

I managed to say. Bukky scratched his hair with his index finger, slightly. “Sure, we move at 8, together with Señor Cruz, Diego, Milo, and Matteo.” I nodded. Acknowledged. I took a deep breath. The Dome was counting on me. Antonioni had trusted me with everything he had built. I would not fail him. Not now. Not ever. I sat back in my chair, letting my fingers hover over the keyboard. My mind raced. Even with Bukky’s reassurances, I knew the Dome’s lifeblood was fragile right now. Payrolls. Supply chains. Staff welfare. Everything depended on timing, discretion, and trust.

Various luxury cars filled the parking lot of Dome Restaurant. Dome Restaurant was a symbolic five-star restaurant in Coast City. Its renovation and decor were quite similar to Homer’s Feast of Khanh City. The building had four levels with the top floor being an open-air banquet hall. Just like Castle in the Sky of Homer’s Feast, this banquet hall was never open for service unless there was a significant event going on. Today, the open-air banquet hall was open to the public as the southernmost elite Quintus family’s young master, Yulian Quintus, had invited twenty-two prominent figures from Riverdale Province to dine with him.

Artemis stretched out her hand that held a small tube-like thing in her hand which Creed had seen several times with women. His eyes immediately landed on the beautiful woman right next to him and grabbed the lip balm from her hand to rub against his chapped lips. Right now, they both were standing on top of the tallest building in the center of the Disque Caravan, serving as the parking lot. Creed Beck his neck up and gazed at the huge semi-circular geodesic dome covering the entire structure. The structure was unexplainably gigantic. After a quick look, he assumed that the circular dome on the top of the caravan was there to cover the buildings inside; however, he realized that sea breeze

“What the hell?” “I’ll go from under,” one of the professors offers before diving into the water. As if it senses him, the dome hums—low, unnatural—and begins to pull away from us. I frown. This isn’t something we built in. Could it be tied to Arnold’s death? The thought digs in like a thorn. We move forward, but the dome keeps retreating until it’s pressed against the shore, sealing off any chance of swimming under. Whoever is behind this is either on the island or at Folkshore Harbor.

Helena moved beside her quietly as she also scrubbed her hands. “You’re thinking too much.” She pointed out. Althea exhaled slowly beneath the surgical mask. “I know.” She whispered back. “Dominic is going underground right now, descending toward the Axis Gate. Toward Luca or toward something ancient and deadly beneath and I hate myself for not being there.” “I understand that.” Helena said firmly. “But, now, you need to focus, Althea.”

They were poorly trained and sloppy. Harriet kept this place together with staples and glue. The guards, like everything else, was nothing but a pretty veneer that easily cracked and came apart under the slightest pressure. “Do you think Shawna will change her mind,” Amalie asks through our mind link as we enter the dome. The glass dome forms the centre of the compound. From there, the rest of the buildings are connected via a series of walkways, paths and I assume underground tunnels. Like a beehive.

"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.

I asked although I already knew. "My loft. It has all the privacy we need." Privacy. I smiled. "Perfect." The door slid open, exposing the breathtakingly beautiful penthouse. The first thing I noticed were the floor to ceiling windows and the dark shape of a building on the opposite side. Dominic's words echoed in my mind. 'Some of my men and I would be on the opposite building ready to blow his brain out.' Could he see me right now? The night was a midnight blue, an array of stars littered the sky and complimented the bright orange city lights. I didn't have time to marvel at the view when I froze suddenly

I muttered under my breath, eyes flicking toward the big, sleek fridge like it might answer me. Two men. Both dangerous. Both quiet in different ways. And neither of them acting like normal employers. I mean — who pays ten grand in one go just for cooking pasta and cutting vegetables? I shook my head, chewing my bottom lip. And then there was the other thing. Domenico. Always in those dark, expensive shades, even inside the house where the light was soft and golden. Who does that? Movie stars? Maybe. Men with secrets? Definitely. And the way he moved…

“It’s starting to look like a very big mistake, but you have to trust me, Elaine, I’ll be very careful with him, okay?” “It’s not like I have another choice, so just be extremely careful.” I nodded. We checked out the room, the closet, and everything else in the room. There were already clothes for us as though they were expecting me to show up. More reasons to watch my back. The maids came in again after some time to serve us dinner as it was already dark, but Elaine didn’t trust the people of this place enough to eat what they served. “Damian hasn’t admitted it yet but he needs us alive-”