Novelas y relatos de Under The Dome Show

I asked because the place was isolated and the only lights were the ones illuminated from the inside pavilion and the moon above us. "I’d been wanting to dance with you under the moonlight. I didn’t want to miss this chance as the moon is so beautiful tonight, as beautiful as the female in front of me." My eyes watered as Dominic pulled me closer to him and guided my arms around his neck before placing his hands on my waist. We began swaying to the music that only our hearts could hear. "I know I have told you this a thousand times, and maybe you’re tired of hearing this…" "Never…" I mumbled as my lips curled into a loving smile.

The experiment was abolished as it was forbidden to mention or speak about the King’s Star, the children who managed to survive it was called the possessed and left to roam around the woods under the guidance and protection of the praetor wolves. “Anika? Where on earth did you hear that from? You can’t go around saying things that you do not know or understand and claim to know who has the King’s Star” Sofia started to say as she pulled her daughter into the study out of earshot and Jonathan followed behind, shutting the door silently after dismissing the servant in the room.

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

Abigail said with a smile. "Well, I can't wait to see you walking down the aisle with the Young Master of the Shaw family. That will be the most captivating day in my life. There is only one problem. That is, you are treading on eggshells. Tread carefully. Else, we will all be in a very big trouble. We can't afford to offend the Shaws." Mrs Duke cautioned her daughter sternly. As they were chatting, they heard a gentle knock on the door.

Diego couldn't leave her there, let her deal with it on her own. "Dear guests, please have your attention!" they called over the microphone. "The next piece will be danced only by the bride and groom. A round of applause, please!" And without wanting to do it, Cameron looked around and realizing that the world was already watching her, she advanced a couple of steps ready to do it for herself. Neither Diego was so strong nor she so weak, in the end he had said it well, they were nothing more than a contract. And suddenly, the lights in the room went out, suddenly her steps went forward and at the end, a person grabbed her waist from behind making her get exalted from one moment to the next.

Ostyn guided us into our places. “Kamari, this circle will contain you, ensuring all that transpires will not explode into us. I want to ensure you know this so you do not worry about our safety and focus solely on controlling whatever comes out of you.” Ms. Ostyn’s face was pained as she looked at her daughter. She held a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes; she was nervous for Kamari. She stood tall as she recited what our role was to be. Once she began the chants, we held hands and repeated the words Ut Supra Ut Infra in the form of a chant.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

“And make sure he never steps foot inside this building again.” The guards nodded, steering Max toward the elevators as he kept throwing curses over his shoulder. His voice grew fainter with distance, but I still caught fragments, threats, promises and my name wrapped in venom. When the elevator doors closed behind them, Drew turned back to the room. “The Show is over,” he said flatly. “Get back to work.” Chairs squeaked, keyboards clattered, and a dozen fake conversations started up at once as if everyone was desperate to erase the last ten minutes.

They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie. Outside, the Phantom stopped sobbing. She looked directly into the nearest security camera, her silver-gray eyes void of all humanity. She raised a hand, her fingers pointing toward the western pylon—the exact spot where the dome’s frequency was weakest. "The anchor is cracked," the Phantom whispered, her voice carrying the subsonic growl of the High Council. "Now... open the door for the remainder." A massive, rhythmic thumping hit the dome. Not the rain. Not the drills.

I stayed breathing and even Nova on the weapon platform let her harpoon sink. Atlantis was before us. It was not an ancient city of white marble columns. It was a monument of Survival will of the Old World. A gigantic, semi-spherical dome a cloudy, extremely thick macro glass, enclosed in a skeleton of indestructible Consortium titan. The dome was half in the black mud of the trench wall embedded, gigantic enough to host an entire metropolis. But the most fascinating thing was not the construction itself. It was what was in Inside the dome.