Under The Dome Show Novels & Stories

They convince others to lead a good life, to be a kind person so the blessings would come their way, but they also know damn well that they are all sinners, hopeless romantic sinners and undeserving of anything. He threw the cigarette’s butt to the ground as he faced the priest, who is looking at the full moon. “Or, you can have the tea in my office. It would be a great honor to have you down there” Lucas answered and once again gave a smile to the priest and headed back to his home, six feet underground. July 19th, Domus Malum is closed. Lucas prepared himself to go out to have some fun, and when the devils are out for some fun, this fun means suffering for humans.

ETA should be 10 minutes and the enemies would be long gone. Dominic has to know. Opening their private comms... "Detka," "They are escaping." She hissed. No time for niceties. "There's an underground tunnel at a bunker south of the property. And someone must have tipped him off. Be careful." Dominic growled savagely and begun to give out orders to Alec. Breathe bated, she watched their every movement on the screen. SUVs were accelerated and guns were being primed. "We are almost at the property, Beau."

On the news, a political update was going on. The reporter was flashing headlines from a major newspaper publication. One of the headlines featured Duke Anderson and his opponent on the cover of the newspaper. The headline read; Duke Anderson and Abraham Wilcox. The battle for Mayor is heating up. Who will take over the city? *** Later in the evening, Dominic returned home from work and met Andra engrossed in a video game. She was dressed in a boyish outfit and a beanie kept her braids together.

She shrugged. "Take a look at the new couple." She pointed at the red hair that just left and he squeezed his face in disgust when he saw her kissing Ryan. He turned his attention to Ari. "How'd you know all these stuff? " He asked. Oh, just that I secretly signed up for training in America Defense Department and they taught me a bunch of stuff and in a matter of time I'll be nominated as one of their best and work for them. "Just talent. " She said with a shrug.

There's also the Skyboard, but that's for Ruler ranks… And anyone in the first three are either called Omnisaint or Omnidharma! Caleb nodded. "So there's so much more excitement that awaits in the Greater Yellowflame." "Yes! And I'll definitely do my best!" Tia's eyes lit up with expectation, and she turned to Caleb with a motivated smile. "I'll see you at the top, brat!" "Sure," Caleb replied, nodding. At the same time, Oner was closing in on the pavilion, and everyone else was shocked that nothing was jumping out as they had expected.

The boardroom was sleek, polished, filled with executives taking notes and occasionally glancing at Adrian for his reaction. Julian was in his element, walking the length of the table with a remote in hand, clicking through slides. “If we move forward with the Showcase sponsorship, Wolfe Media secures not only creative partnerships but also public visibility in an international market. It’s a calculated move, and the returns will be worth the initial push.” Murmurs of agreement went around the table. Adrian leaned back slightly, expression unreadable, though his sharp gaze didn’t miss a detail. Julian caught it and smirked faintly before continuing. “We’re not just investing in a showcase. W

“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.”

The absence of his touch left a cold spot on her shoulder, a void she refused to acknowledge. The cabin fell back into silence. But the air between them had grown warmer. Noticeably warmer. Twenty minutes later, the car pulled smoothly into a secure compound. The gates slid open without a sound, revealing a sprawling underground facility. The doors slid open. Rain hammered against the ground outside, sending up clouds of white spray. Dominic stepped out first, his black tactical suit cutting a sharp, imposing figure against the night. Raindrops beaded on his shoulders, glinting like scattered diamonds under the dim lights.

“Your glove has a tear. What did you do?” “Harvey, now isn’t the time,” I mumbled, gesturing at the speaker on the podium. “Let us all encourage the presence of the Azenthars who organized this prestigious event.” The man spread his arm wide as the girl took a step forward. “Princess Zandra of Azen.” She bowed her head slightly and waved a hand at everyone. “The prince and the only heir to the throne,” he strode forward as everyone lowered their gazes to a bow, “Enzo Azenthar.”

And those orders echoed like thunder. --- That Night – Beneath the City The vault room was cold. Silent. Three stories underground, hidden beneath one of Dominic’s oldest clubs. Only three people alive knew it existed. He sat at the head of a black marble table, fingers steepled, drink untouched. Before him: a wall of glowing screens — street cams, security footage, satellite links. His empire, pulsing in real time. “Play the footage from Tuesday,” he said, voice like glass over steel. “Docks. 4:20 a.m.”