Bombshell Novels & Stories

My mother kept calling me while I was on a stakeout. I had been hiding inside a van, watching the suspects for six hours. Then my phone screen suddenly lit up. The ringtone shattered the silence. I panicked and tried to put it on silent, but I accidentally hit the speaker button. A faint sound came from the phone. I felt terribly guilty and embarrassed. If we alerted the suspect, our entire operation tonight would be ruined. Captain Derek glanced over and saw that it was my mother calling. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic. Go take the call. Ethan and I will keep watch." Ethan frowned and quietly warned me, "Be careful. Don't give away our position." I gave them a grateful look bef

Bob casts a tense glance at Frank, who turns his eyes at yellow-haired Bill Cranston, my head of security. Bill is a small, stout man with a rounded belly that started growing rapidly early this year after he got married. He shifts his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Um, Alpha," he stammers, "technically, it's not a bomb . . ." I glare at him. "Then what is it?" "It's a firecracker, sir," he says. "An industrial-grade, pressurized novelty charge." I frown. This is ridiculous. I scan the rest of the room. None of them look surprised. Bob and Frank are watching me with cautious, guarded expressions. Did one of them set this up as some sick, fucked-up practical joke?

He soon opened the little pendant in it for everyone to see. "It's a bomb," Shantelle exclaimed. Leila looked at it, she wasn't really familiar with bombs— but then, the look on Dominick's face says it all. It was really a bomb that he embedded on her body. She tried to move but he grabbed her tight. "Stay still or we all die here, Leila Gonzales" Romeo stated. Leila was quick to obey his orders. Deep down, she was very frightened. She didn't want to get blown up into pieces. The bomb was tiny but the most powerful bomb in the universe. It was a handmade one and he knew that was Romeo's specialties. He knew how to manufacture different kinds of time bombs. This bomb,

the girl offered. “I just want my money back,” Jamie told her. He noticed the way she shifted nervously, rolling a hanger topper between her fingers. “I erm… It’s my first week and the boss left me alone,” the girl said, her tone pleading. “Can you maybe come back later?” “No,” Jamie told her. He’d specifically avoided the shop owner, hoping the new young shop assistant would be easier to manipulate. “You can give me my money back or I can tell my three million followers how badly this place sucks.”

Inside, the wires and the mechanism of the bomb, ready to be detonated, were clearly visible. "My God!!" The receptionist recoiled, her eyes wide. She let out a piercing scream and ran outside. "She has a bomb! That woman has a bomb!" Rosalia, with tears streaming down her cheeks, followed her with the box in her arms. She headed toward the parking lot, holding the bomb as if it were a cursed trophy. "Yes, I have a bomb!" she cried, broken. "And if I set it off, this whole damn building will be blown up!"

Then Casandra picked up the bomb, and tries to throw it. "Stoppp...!!!!" Johnson shouted. "Why?" "There is a child in there. We heard the crying when we first arrived." Johnson said restlessness" "But no sound of it again maybe the child is bitten." Casandra replied him. Johnson told her to wait, but Casandra did not listen and throw the bomb. She ran and enter her van and drives back ward. Johnson also ran back to Jane, enter the van, and they drive back ward also. After two minutes Casandra press the bomb button then it blows off DC completely.

They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep. Black smokes rose up into the heavens, staining the clean blue sky and filling the air with the smell of burnt grass and oil. All the cries and shouting suddenly fell silent. Even Maddy stopped sobbing; her cloudy puffy eyes were on them. As usual, it was her who always broke the silence. Bringing everyone to talk and in a non-diplomatic argument. "Badbloods" she said in a low growling voice but the hate and anger in it was loud and clear.

Leo checked the signal again. Then his face went pale. “No.” Daniel looked at him. “Why not?” Leo swallowed. “Because it’s already armed.” Inside the garage Wolfe looked toward the ceiling. “Goodbye, Marcus.” Inside the vault Marcus whispered, “You traitor.” Sebastian turned and ran toward the ladder. Five seconds. Inside the penthouse everyone stepped back from the bomb. Four seconds. Leo’s hands flew across the keyboard. Three seconds. Daniel shouted, “Get down!” Two seconds. Leo suddenly yelled,

"And the person behind you was the man who failed to attend today, makes sense right? Because he could smell that his identity will be no longer a secret today. And their sh*ts will unfold. None other than, the CEO of Coleman Empire, Mr.Achilles Coleman." "And inside of this flash drive I am holding was the footage of their conversation before the recent bombing in Russia, and pieces of evidence to prove my claim. Let's all watch it."

The Delta laughed as she ran up the grand stairs, her dress soaked with her tears. However, the moment Ophelia was safely in the privacy of her rooms, she moved towards the bathroom and pulled out the button she had stolen from his suit. Right now, the one she had used to replace it was a tiny bomb. With her eyes focused on the mirror, she reached for her burner phone and typed a message, 'High Target 10's shirt. Detonate the bomb.' Exactly five minutes later, she received a message, 'Done. Target wiped out.' Ophelia Storm could barely believe her eyes, and had to zoom in severally.