Bangtan Bombs Novels & Stories

He paused dramatically, as if waiting for me to press play. “Do you need a dollar to open your mouth again?” “Don’t be shocked, and scream, because I’m not going to—“ “Spit it out already Lucas I’m losing my patience here!” “Well, BTS just confirmed that they’ll be—“ “BTS? Like the seven normal boys from Korea BTS? You mean BangTan boys? That BTS?” I screamed on top of my lungs, ignoring the dissatisfied look Douglas had on his face. “With this reaction, I don’t think they’ll be attending the party anymore.”

Danny and Jaden surely knows how to hype up the crowd. “What’s the title of this song?” Miko asked Jun and David over the loud music. “BANG BANG BANG by BIGBANG, hyung.” Jun answered. “And this?” Miko asked again when the song changed. “G-Dragon & Taeyang’s Good Boy.” David said. “How about this?” Miko continued asking. “iKON’s Dumb & Dumber.” “This?” “Crush by 2NE1. Girl crush.” The songs continued to blast as the crowd jam and party with it. When the clock strikes two o’clock, JD grabbed the mic and announced.

“I swear to god Axton-” “I’m sorry” Axton starts, stepping close to me. He doesn’t reach for me, but his blue eyes are locked on me. “For the bullying, the hitting. For all of it. It was wrong, and I never, ever should’ve done any of it. If I could change things, mate or not, I would.” the drop of the word mate makes me tense. “They know. Cassandra found out, and they overheard her hate speech” Axton adds, and then he's gripping my shoulders and turning me around. Adam, Axton’s closest friend clears his throat.

"I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone." I look around the dark room to see that my men have formed a circle around us. I point at this idiot with my gun. "This is the most cliché set of circumstances I've seen. Wouldn't you all agree?" I turn my attention back to the guy. "Let me guess, Bob gave you like 50K or something?" "A hundred," he grimaces as he turns his head to spit.

I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design… And it exploded. The blast tore through me, leaving me critically injured, and I was rushed to the ICU. With me out of the picture, Adrian sailed to victory with two million in prize money, a personal mentorship under a legendary scientist, and a golden future laid out before him. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, clinging to life. Then came the final blow: the competition staff announced that my robot contained large amounts of flammable and explosive materials, implying I had planned to sabotage the event and had blown myself up in the process.

People rushed past me, bumping into me without a care in the world. Another person dressed in a strange black dress bumped into me and I fell, hitting my head on the ground, which was weird, painted gray and quite hard, where had the true ground gone? As I stood up and tried to balance, another person bumped into me. " Get off the weird girl! You're blocking the way." She screamed as she walked through me. Humph ! I couldn't help but wonder why everyone was in such a hurry. I mean, why the rush? And what was with their unusual outfits? I could see people with scary pumpkin heads , people dressed with weirdly holed pumpkins, and even a giant pumpkins .

Nathan explains while taking something out from the folds of his backpack, “while everyone else has bottles of tap water weighing down their packs, I have… sponge bombs!” Nathan whips out two of the sponge bombs, one in each hand. Kate, who’s glaring at the gathering crowd, doesn’t see him. “Did you say Spongebob?” she asks out of the side of her mouth. “No, sponge bombs!” Nathan hisses. “Sponge bombs.” Getting back his showman voice, Nathan announces: “This hydrotechnics show, ladies and gentlemen, is all part of Kate’s 18th birthday bash.” Just on the other side of the gate, the rest of Camp Unplugged have hesitantly emerged – Red and Yellow teams both.

Mingyu made the emphasis. “Loser oetori sen cheokhaneun geopjengi.” To complete the insult, JB sang Big Bang’s song, my life anthem out loud that his vocal cords nearly gave up. So much for trying to be supportive “Thank you all for the support.” Firing them an equal sarcasm, I collapsed on the floor again.

Against a supreme powerhouse like Zayn, he had no chance of walking away alive. When Zayn saw the bomb was about to be tossed, he dashed after Bolt and grabbed his hand. He held it so tightly that Bolt was utterly incapable of tossing the bomb. “I told you that you can’t run from me.” Bolt could hear Zayn’s voice right next to his ear. Seeing Zayn’s smiling face sent a shiver down his spine. “H-how can you possibly…” Before he could finish the sentence, his vision went black before. Zayn had already smashed his palm against Bolt’s head, the impact making a distinct crack.

A call after call was made but Sunny didn't pick up even once. To: Sunny [are u busy?] [what are you doing? Why aren’t you answering?] [hooooy] For no reason, Peter's feeling anxious for Sunny. He's worried deep inside him for an unknown reason. He can’t explain why his heart’s beating fast. He sent flood messages to Sunny hoping to get a reply. He tried calling her again and again but no picked up. He's getting worried but he shake it off and tried to convince himself that Sunny might just be busy.