Under The Dome Tv Show Novels & Stories

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."

Felt right. After they watched TV. Cop show came on. Dominic shut it off fast. "Can't watch that anymore," he said. "Hits too close." "That's fine," Maya said. Found a cooking show. "This better?" "Yeah," Dominic said. "This works." Tuesday same thing. Work. Dinner. TV. Bed. Wednesday same. Thursday. Friday. By Friday Dominic looked easier. More comfortable. Like he remembered how regular life went. "Want to get out this weekend?" Maya asked Friday night. "Do something?"

He’s grumpy but still got up and packed his things. Before he left his house his aunt came holding a bunch of dishes, he immediately gave her a hand. Aunt Anabella is Bea’s mother, the only friend of his mother who stayed through ups and downs even after the death of his mother. She never fails to give him food and always checks on Bram, especially since her best friend died. She's been giving extra care by delivering a dish that will last for 1 week every Monday. She treats him as a son since she doesn't have a son, she wants Bram to live with them but she also respects his decision to stay in his house.

“Yeah?” “You watching the news?” I asked. “Why, did we piss off another baby mama today?” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood. “Turn on channel six. Right now.” There was a beat of silence and then some rustling sound as he stood up to get to the remote. “Alright, I’m on. What am I—oh.” I heard the shift in his breathing. The tone changed immediately. “Shit,” he muttered. “Isn’t that Dom LeClair? Damn. Is he the one who—?”

**** The next morning, he left to go to work and gently woke me up to kiss me goodbye, convinced that he would meet me again as soon as he got home tonight. I was doing what my new routine always allowed me to do, but while I was watching a news broadcast on a local entertainment channel while I was making dinner, I suddenly saw my daughter playing on TV at that moment. “After the announcement of the breakup of the couple Amber and Kris that shook the internet at the beginning of this month, we have information that the social light's ex-boyfriend was stalking and harassing her to get back together. People close to her confirm the case and claim that she even has to walk with security guards

She needed closure and Dom was all about it if it saved his mate's sanity and brought her fully back to, not surviving, but living her life. And just like that, right after breakfast, Dom walked closely followed by his mate and fiancee, down the underground dungeons that reeked of blood and rotting organic matter. In her head, she knew Y deserved worse than this for doing everything he did to her and all other innocent creatures.

Don't worry. As I imagined, the man got off at the next stop, it wasn't worth the effort with her. The girl next to me let out a long sigh as if she was holding her breath and now she could finally breathe. -— Where do you live? What is it called? Do you have someone who lives with you, someone you trust? She seemed to think about the answer. — My name is Katia. I live in the building behind yours. I see you go in there when you come back from work I guess... I live with my boyfriend.

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.”

Dante’s radio crackled Sofia: “She’s lying. But the mutation is real. Get out now!” The ground shook explosions below. The hub collapsing. Trapped. With the virus loose. And Chen waiting outside. The end? Or the beginning?

She wondered if Dominic was having any better luck. “That’s enough,” Dominic said when the seventh or eighth video ended. Cali closed the link and then leaned back in her chair, leaving her computer on. “They said on TV this might be some secret government experiment gone wrong,” she said to Dominic. “That’s not what you’re thinking, though, is it?”