Blazing Bins Novels & Stories

Tracey asked in confusion, “Isn’t the cool-off period a month? It hasn’t been a month yet.” Solomon was also baffled. “I’m not sure what’s going on either.” At this moment, the maid came in with a box. “Master Blair, there’s an express delivery for you. Madam sent it.” Upon those words, Blair quickly took the parcel and opened it. However, his expression became even uglier when he saw what was inside. The air pressure around him plummeted. Tracey and Solomon went over to take a look and were startled. Tracey asked, “Blair, are you and Mabes really divorced?!”

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.

It was so unlike him to do those things, it almost felt surreal. And when I was reminded of what brought me to Bronx, my heart clenched. I didn't notice the tears that were soaking my face down to my neck. I didn't notice how I was holding tightly to the flower vessel that was at the base of the stairs. Without putting so much thought into it, I raised the melamine ware of that vessel and crushed it on the marble stairs. Every content that was in it went scattering all over the place including the broken pieces of the vessel, the sand that was in it and some small pebbles, soil and to my surprise,a bunch of keys.

"It's time for his lunch, he either takes tea after lunch or cigarette... Gas is not working to make tea so he will lit his cigarette." She mumbled and looked at the house. "Today he won't smoke in the house, the house will turn him into smoke..." Her eyes glowed when she felt it was close. "One, two, three...." Neel and Rudra looked at the house shocked when they heard a faint sound of blast and then smoke came out. "Mira, stop!" Rudra ran behind her when she rushed out of the house. "Fuck!" He cursed when she drove away before he could catch her.

Today is the day when Mia and Blaze are going on vacation to Italia, they've prepared their stuff and everything, Blaze just did the last check-up for his pack. "Yes Mrs Blakley, we will arrange your problem since I won't be here for two weeks, contact my beta who will help you." Blaze said through his phone as Klay and Zach are playing together at rock, paper and scissors. "Rock, paper, scissors!" They yelled together loudly and Blaze cringed. "Fuck..." He muttered and glared at them but they didn't notice him glaring at them.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

It was the golden rule of bomb disposal, chapter and verse. The deputy commander's voice returned through a different comm link. "Hold on! You must know that the black wire is usually the negative wire, Ms. Gibson. Cutting it directly will cause a short circuit! It will detonate instantly!" Shirley scoffed as though she had heard a joke. "You're just a bunch of amateurs, so stop spouting nonsense! You're only interfering with my judgment now!" She glanced at me in the corner with disdain before continuing, "Isn't that right, Ms. Linwood? You see, sometimes, relying on experience is exactly what gets people killed!"

The pitch deck arrives Monday morning at nine-fourteen. It is thirty-one slides, professionally designed, with a cover that reads: MERIDIAN HOSPITALITY PARTNERS — A Premium Experiential Investment Consortium, Barcelona & Lisbon. (Meridian — from the Latin meridianus, meaning 'of midday' — suggesting the highest point, the peak of achievement; a name chosen for a consortium whose entire premise is built on Valentina Serra's unacknowledged credibility)

The explosion shook the cabin walls so hard I thought they might come crashing down. Dust rained from the ceiling, filling the air with a thick, choking cloud. My heart lurched into my throat as the sound of gunfire erupted outside, sharp cracks cutting through the stillness of the night. The Scorchers were here, and they didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

A pain in my neck burned. “Iris!” I couldn’t even recognize my own scream, but I was sure it come from me as my throat hurt like hell. Gael shot Iris from her back, and I just stared at them in disbelief until I watched her fell to the ground. Jesus Christ! Then a loud explosion blew, echoing the entire place. The fire burst in a millisecond, and the impact of the blast had us flying and threw us a few feet away. I watched the burning Jeep flew up together with Otis’ men as another explosion blasted, making the fire in full blaze.