Bombshell Novels & Stories

Gemma shouted, the objects in her grasp being grabbed and thrown at the opponent. Jethro frowned as he watched Gemma cry for days, and as long as he entered, she would drive him away like an evil spirit. Not only Jethro but also the maid and doctor were also brutally thrown out by her. Because Gemma is too agitated, no one can approach her, especially Jethro, he is like Gemma's nemesis, making her afraid and constantly shouting and throwing things as a way to protect herself from predator bait.

"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.

“Oh, sweetheart, I already have.” I stood and turned to Marcus. “Tie the bomb to her. Make it tight.” Rochelle’s eyes widened as she saw the device being brought over. “You’re insane,” she said, her voice trembling now. “No,” I said, watching as my men secured the bomb to her chest. “I’m just tired of losing. And you? You’re just collateral damage.” Once the bomb was in place, I stepped back to admire my work. Rochelle sat there, defiant but powerless, the blinking light on the bomb a grim reminder of her fate.

Damon’s face was carved in his usual guarded lines, but I could feel the tension simmering beneath his skin, as if his silence was the only thing holding him together. Halstrom’s office was dim when we entered, the single lamp on his desk casting a heavy glow across stacks of reports. The man himself leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable, his gaze sharper than usual. “You’ve heard by now,” he said without preamble. “About Shadow.” I nodded slowly. “Abel told me. He said there was… a bomb.” Halstrom’s jaw tightened. “Yes. And Cal.” The silence after the name weighed like lead. I lowered my eyes, my throat thick.

As a gunshot rang, someone reported, "It's the Michel and the Cannon Family!" They are so fast! As Anthony saw Elizabeth's darkened expression, he said, "Oh, I forgot to let you know that this bomb has built in GPS." The warehouse had already been surrounded. In the warehouse, Anthony, the living bomb who could explode any time, was right in front of them. Elizabeth and her men were trapped but they did not even dare to open fire. Bam! With a loud thud, the door of the warehouse was opened. Then, a smoke bomb was thrown into the room, emitting smoke that choked everyone.

What she had with Fallon was worth preserving. One matter was left undone, however. The man who’d started her terrors was still alive. As long as he was out there, she’d never feel safe. The man was like a sword dangling by a silk thread, poised over her head. Azion had to die. *** Rain sat in her suite late the next afternoon. Brooding, she lifted her newly constructed short-range Bell and considered it. This model looked like a large ball bearing, etched with a few engravings. It chimed, but she’d modified it to avoid the seductive song. She didn’t need to pass on that little trait.

It could have been Joel had ordered it, so I just left it where it was and carried on replying to my emails. “What’s this then?” Dad stepped into my office and examined the gift. “Connor? Why would you order a clock as a birthday present?” “What do you mean?” “Something is ticking in this box.” He held it up to his ear and shook it. Ticking. Whirring. I heard it too. “Joel?” He was busy with his phone and when he looked up, that was when it happened. The explosion. *** At first, I didn’t understand what happened. There was a deafening bang and a ringing in my ears. I couldn’t see through the acrid smoke. It burned my throat, my eyes. Wolfsbane. A wolfsbane bomb.

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.