Bombshell Novels & Stories

• • • My phone keeps buzzing on the table non-stop, making me wonder who the person behind those messages is, but I don't bother to think about it. Once I reach home, I make sure that all my doors are locked and secure before I go into the bathroom to clean myself up and cool down my body temperature. It was really cold outside. My cellphone had long been forgotten after a short phone call with Vincenzo that left me feeling something weird crawling up to my stomach and throat, and now it won't stop buzzing until the battery runs low and dies even before I can read all those messages.

Agent Malloy replied. “I know that. You already told me she’s an actress and whatever. But I’ve never met her.” Rashonda shot out her words while putting her hand up to Agent Jane, who was about to explain more but stopped at Rashonda raising her hand toward her like a crossing guard holding a stop sign. “Are y’all sure that some pregnant lady who’s playing a damn video game is gonna be able to stop this bomb from killing my baby! She ain’t even a bomb specialist! So how the f*ck is she gonna turn the bomb off!” Rashonda’s voice rose again. She felt her turning sweaty, and that agitated sense of urgency returned to her. Rashonda’s heart trembled when her eyes fell on the bomb and the digital

I let go and turned on my heel, walking out before I did something I couldn’t take back. I barely made it to my car before my hands slammed against the steering wheel. My knuckles burned, but I didn’t care. I was losing control—fast. My phone buzzed. Hector. I answered on the first ring. “Tell me you found her.” A pause. Then, “Not yet, boss. But we’ve confirmed the bomb is real. And it’s on a timer.” Ice crawled down my spine. “How long?” “Forty-eight hours,” he said. “If we don’t find her by then—”

“Whatever Damien’s planning, we’ll address it. Together.” The Bombshell At dawn, Vanessa called, her voice sharp and urgent. “You want to test the information . Now.” I grabbed the faraway , my palms shaking as I came to the TV. The display screen lit up with a breaking information banner, the anchor’s voice grave as they added the record . “Damien Grayson Strikes Back: Explosive Documents Claim Anita Hayes Manipulated Evidence in Factory Case.” The room spun as I processed the headline. The record continued, flashing pictures of closely redacted files and photos— pictures I diagnosed from my mom ’s notebook.

Cassandra said as she stretched forth the gift, my heart thundered, The Box, it has the bomb in it.

“You make peace dangerous, Castellano.” Kai chuckled, his voice raw, kissing her forehead. “Only with you, Moretti.” Their laughter was a spark, their soulful passion a pulse, but the city’s pulse intruded, a shadow poised to shatter their calm. --- The penthouse’s peace exploded as Marsh’s urgent call crackled through a burner, his voice gruff. “Rivals planted a bomb—Castellano warehouse, north side. Timer’s ticking, Kai.” Kai’s blood ran cold, his hand tightening on Gianna’s, their passion giving way to action. Gianna’s jaw clenched, her voice fierce, pulling on leather. “We defuse it, save our stock.”

I shout at him, seeing that Damian isn't close enough. "5... 4... 3... 2..." Hunter counts down into the headset. "1..." Hunter calls out. "EVERYONE NOW!" I scream out as I push the button to disarm all of the bombs. I hear a massive eruption take place in the city. I stand up from my chair and run to the window that looks over towards Stone Enterprises. My heart falters as I see the building fall, sending a massive plummet of debris throughout the surrounding blocks. I freeze in place.

"And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS." "I don't care, Clifford! I don't care about your mafia! I don't care about your life! If you're bored, don't include me! I will keep quiet! I want a peaceful life—" I was about to say anything when I heard a loud sound coming from the bombs that were strapped to me. And when I realized there was only a minute left and the bomb was ready to detonate, I nearly fainted. I swiftly turned to look at Clifford. "What are you doing to me?! Are you really going to kill me?! Do you see that it's only a second away and it's going to explode!"

Doflamingo lamented as he pulled himself up, clasping his reddening cheek. “Do you want half of the Donquite family to die? Bastard! Did your brain collapse on itself?!” Bellamy yelled. He had met his fair share of people in life. However, he had never met someone like Joshua before. His eyes were placid, cold and unfeeling, but there was a fiery sense of determination brewing underneath his gaze. It was obvious that Joshua would not hesitate to detonate the bomb and kill off half of the Donquite family’s members.

“It’s just a doll, Luna. Maybe Selma has her kids somewhere on this floor.” I was shaking my head when I glanced at him. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick…………… “That sound…….” My bewilderment mirrored Eddison’s. Then his face morphed into horror. “It’s a bomb!” My entire body became impossibly still, and my eyes bulged from my sockets as he dived at me. Boom! The place exploded. -