Under The Dome Show 소설 & 이야기

Charlie began to tremble, as though he were desperately suppressing his rage. His face alternated between pale and flushed purple. After a long moment, he suddenly hurled the plate and cutlery in his hands to the floor before storming out in fury. Jessica was equally stunned. She could sense the family's attitude toward Dominic slowly beginning to change. Even her grandfather's eyes now held a trace of wariness. Dominic took a deep breath. "Within one month, I'll obtain the antidote for the Underhall drug." Jackson silently nodded. Afterward, Dominic left the dining room with Isabella and Jessica.

The room was almost empty with no locker in sight Dominic pulled out a folded sketch— the basement layout. His eyes scanned Then room again “A seat…” There it was. Montana’s favorite chair. He walked to it and shoved it aside, a hidden door revealed itself beneath. A faint smirk touched his lips. He opened it and descended. The underground room was dark, abandoned and forgotten. Dust lingered in the air. And at the center was a small brown wooden box. Dominic approached, crouched, and opened it just enough to confirm its contents.

With Dominic I showed up at his loft on a Friday evening not knowing the plan, because he’d said dress like yourself, not like a date and I’d worn jeans and boots and the leather jacket he’d given me, which maybe said something about how I thought of myself now. He took me to an underground art show in a building that looked like a condemned parking structure from the outside and like a fever dream from the inside — every wall covered, projections running across the ceiling, music that was too loud and then suddenly too quiet, artists in every corner doing things I didn’t have words for. Dominic moved through it differently than he moved through normal spaces. Less guarded. His eyes were qui

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

“If you have to ask that after last night, I’d be happy to demonstrate again.” With a frown, she lands a mock punch on my shoulder. “I meant Doms in general. Does the sub having clothes put them on too level a playing field?” “Not exactly. It’s that subs are often feeling their most vulnerable and open when they’re naked. It’s a natural state, but for most of our lives, we’re told that it’s not. The Dom’s job, in part, is to strip off the artifice to get to the real person underneath. So in that way, clothes are symbolic. And subs are less likely to put on a front with nothing to hide behind.”

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

Elena’s P.O.V. The subterranean command center was cold, quiet, and illuminated only by the pale blue glare of tactical monitors. Damian stood before the primary glass display, his dark suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A glass of untouched bourbon sat beside him as he reviewed satellite telemetry over the North American coastline. The heavy hydraulic doors hissed open behind him. Damian didn't turn around immediately. "If that's a medical update on your sister, Marcus, leave it on the desk."

Synopsis Amelia died begging her billionaire husband to open the shelter door. He didn’t. Instead, he stood behind the glass and kissed her sister. “You were no longer useful.” Those were his last words to her. Then Amelia woke up. Fifty days before doomsday. This time, she won’t save her husband or his family. She’ll divorce him, reclaim her hidden fortune, build an impenetrable survival base, and prepare for the apocalypse with a mysterious system by her side. But survival requires more than money. It requires an ally. And the system has chosen one for her. Lucian Vale. A billionaire powerful enough to survive the end of the world. As Amelia pr

The great dome groaned again, a deep resonating sound that traveled up through the soles of my boots and settled heavy in my bones. Another long jagged crack split across the reinforced glass, snaking all the way from the base to the very top. The red warning light flared brighter, casting long distorted shadows that danced across every surface. Elara did not waste a single breath on unnecessary explanations. She turned and moved quickly toward the circular pedestal that sat directly beneath the highest point of the dome, her coat swishing around her ankles.