Under The Dome Show Novels & Stories

Bella took out her phone and started hacking into the doors privacy and in less than 15 minutes we were able to go inside. Darkness was all that came into our view once we entered. It was chilly in there. Along with the cold air, there was a faint smell of chemicals mixed in the air. We took out our phones and used the flashlight to see what exactly was inside. Shock couldn't express the things that we saw inside. Even me as a mafia queen who has blood on her hands was unable to comprehend what exactly was happening behind the locked doors. Kate couldn't bear to watch and ran to the corner to empty her stomach.

Twenty minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and ran to answer it; I came across a Benjamin with a black shirt with sleeves, jeans and sneakers, his hair well combed, he had a light woody scent and that shy smile that drew me involuntary sighs, the brown eyes behind the lenses stared at me in admiration, I I blushed instantly, I felt my cheeks burn. — I tried to come as soon as possible, I was afraid he would change his mind. he said in a playful tone. — I just need to let my friend know I'm leaving...wait a minute. I left a note under the door of Jotapê's room and saw Benjamim a little confused at that moment. — I didn't know you had a roommate. — I have two... my sister and our friend Pe

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..

Lard the arcane welding engineer and his faithful brother in arms, Garth his voice of reason and muscle. Romera sits at the hedge and tip of the sun. She wears her normal pirates’ clothes that consist of a split, chest-up shirt, high capris, and makasons. Her frail and slender body leans over the railing of the ship and with those orbs of hers she sees what seems to be like the endless sky below them, then in front of them, and finally all around them. In her hand is a bottle of rum and in the other a used and abused wine glass. With purpose, she fills up that glass about halfway until the rim meets her red-coated lips. The fluid drips down her throat and she drinks it all in one swig before

But the water didn't flood the streets. A mile out from the docks, the ocean hit an invisible, translucent wall of violet fire. The wave didn't break; it surged upward, clawing at the sky, trying to find a gap in my dome. I felt the weight of the entire Western Sea pressing against my mind. My skin began to bleed from the pores, the sheer kinetic friction turning the air around us into a shimmering haze of heat. "Nathaniel! Status!" I gasped, my vision blurring. "The dome is holding at eighty-nine percent integrity!" Nathaniel’s voice echoed through the resonance-crystal. "But Emma, the pressure is creating a vacuum beneath the surface! Something is moving through the under-currents!"

I looked at Moriko with a confused look. Last night, a lone Raven witch tried to get into the house during the battle. It was strange because the house reacted to her differently. It almost let her in before I bellowed the witch was not friendly. As she opened the door, the house slammed it shut and blew a fume of power out, throwing the witch into the street. After that, when the witch tried to come close, the dome of power kept her away. She tried to throw magic at the house, but it did nothing to the ancient spells on the old girl. After a while, the witch gave up and ran into the forest.

With most of its exterior made of glass, this gray building outshone the surrounding structures. This was her tenth interview since her graduation a few months ago. Each of those companies wanted her to work for them, not because she was first in her class at Harvard or had six letters of recommendation, but solely due to her last name: Hilton. Dominique Hilton, her father, owned a multinational company in Washington D.C and was easily one of the most successful businessmen in the US. Every company desired her because having Dominique Hilton's daughter working for them was an achievement on its own. However, using her father's name to excel was not how she wanted to start her professional li

And somewhere beneath the city… The Dominion was waiting.

“And get this—he canceled a one-on-one with one of his regulars last weekend. Voluntarily. Said it didn’t feel right.” Caleb blinked. “Dominic canceled? That man once showed up to a scene with a broken wrist.” “Exactly,” Jude said, smirking. “That girl’s got him by the soul.” I let out a slow breath and stared down at the carpet like it had answers. Rope shows? Submissives? People catching real feelings in a place like this? Was that actually a thing?

Ponwe, "You just go proud, to see what tragedy this year without the funding of the Black Dome, D.Ruck will fall into," Sir Ponwe did not succumb to saying, "Useless people like Black Dome use matter to go and intimidate others, just like their head. Danko, I think you should consider changing the habitat. Maybe leaving the Black Dome, your strength is more advanced," Professor Danko proudly said, "Remember, Ponwe. To see how Professor Anna will handle him when there is no money this year to buy new materials,"