Bombshell Novels & Stories

"Are you alright? Anna was rendered speechless and too ashamed to maintain eye contact with him due to her state of shock. She felt as though she had been struck by a lightning bolt, although David was completely dressed, and not even the knot in his tie had moved. She felt as though she had been hit by a lightning bolt. She experienced an immediate replay of the previous five minutes in her mind, and as a result, her cheeks turned a blazing scarlet color. She had never before experienced such primal lust in her life, but as she sat on the table with her dress wrapped around her waist, she could not help but feel it. David was keeping a wary eye on her the entire time, and when she dared to

Mrs Smith mused. Xena poured a full bucket of cold water on Mr Mc Millan's face, he sprang up immediately, first surprise registered in his eyes, then fear. "Are you afraid? Of course you should be, because it's by sheer luck that you are still alive. Well, I'm glad to meet you in person to have the benefit of interrogating you!" Mrs Smith muttered. "Please, who are you?!" He cried. "Who am I? I am your worst nightmare, honey! You had the audacity to plant a bomb in the plane and had it crashed! You wasted so many innocent blood and almost murdered my only son!!" She scolded angrily.

I could only stand there as Leia stormed away, in absolute shock as I tried to process what had just happened. Shock that soon developed into frustration. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I looked down at what she had slammed into my chest. A helmet. I traced the design with my finger, creating an invisible outline along the lightning bolt on the side. Shit. This had to have cost a fortune for her. I looked up to where Leia had disappeared, and something snapped within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I threw the helmet onto the couch without a second glance before running out the door and into the freezing cold weather.

Gemma guesses that the caller is Jethro, shouting so he can hear her: “I'm not going back, Jethro! You're an asshole, you broke your promise!"

"But as the first rule to every occasion, can you tell us your name and your reason for coming!" The woman ambled toward me and Alexa had to vacate her seat for her. Goodness, she smelled divine. "My name is Guinevere Basile, Señor Assistant of President Zaborowski. I'm here to tell you that everything Mrs. Bailey has announced is true. This company is now under Zaborowski Prime's roof!" A long, deafening eerie silence engulfed the wide conference room. The realization that the documents weren't fake and that De La Frontera Group wasn't longer ours were here...sitting beside me in the flesh!

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

I selected shuffle and Slow Grenade by Ellie Goulding came on, and the song was damn appropriate for my life right now. One of the lines specifically spoke to me, “Why don’t I stop it? It’s like a part of me must want it, that’s why I’m not running from it,” it was slightly true for me, I was fighting it by telling Damien to keep away from my dreams, but I found myself sad when he actually listened to me and said he would.

Shaw just so she could frame me and secure Henry's sympathy. In the midst of the uproar caused by the revelation, Yvonne, having been seen through so completely, turned ghostly pale. I threw a thick bundle of bank statements onto the table and said coldly, "Ms. Shaw has been secretly siphoning off nearly 300 million dollars from Glover Group during the years she was playing the role of the devoted mistress. You probably weren't aware of this, were you, Henry?" I locked my razor-sharp gaze on Henry after revealing everything, pinning him right where he stood in the crowd.

The bell rang, followed by music again. Slam shot at me imminently. I swear to God, I almost pissed myself. He looked like he was a psycho killer about to skin me alive. I threw myself on the ground and rolled a few feet before popping back up on the balls of my feet. Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile.