Bombshell Novels & Stories

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

Sofia Adams - March, 2012 Anne entered my apartment horrified at my condition. I was drunk. Again. Céline Dion was playing the song from Titanic in the background and I had a bottle in my hand and was screaming at the top of my lungs while dancing with my bottle feeling like Rose herself owned the fucking world. “NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE I BELIEVE THAT THE HEART DOES GO ON” “What?” Anne was torn between being scared and confused, and then her eyes fell on my clothes. I was wearing a black dress shirt that was too big to be my own, a samba panty and a suspender.

*** "Bomb exploded!" A journalist spoke after hearing news on the internet about a bomb exploding. Several journalists have now taken out their cell phones and are also searching for the bomb that just exploded. Meanwhile, some of the invited guests at the party have now started checking their cellphones after hearing the voice of one of the reporters talking about the bomb. Claire and Jason were now glaring at each other after they confirmed the bomb the reporters were talking about. "I have to tell the boss about this," said Claire, who had now gotten up from the chair she was sitting in and approached Andrew's desk.

“ Boss , why don’t we relax a little and you tell me what you have on your mind ? “ said Derrick . “ What do you mean , what I have in mind ? “ said Damian . “ You have been spacing out as soon as you came from the Landar company . I have never seen you like this before . “ said Derrick . “ How have you not seen me before ? “ asked Damian . “ You spacing out is weird enough four me too suspect there’s something wrong with you boss . “ said Derrick . “ I…..I…..wasn’t spacing out . “ said Damian with an annoyed look on his face . “ Tell me , I am all ears boss . One thing that I know for sure is that it has do do with Antonio . “ said Derrick . Damian looked at him confused how he could know b

I asked and Mom shakes her head no "But Mom what….." "Trrrr" The sound of the broken vase interrupted Dad caused and we heard the sound of things breaking "We better stop them" Mom took to her heels and ran into the study I followed after her I was shocked by what I saw inside Alex and Dad were standing face to face,they both looked angry.Alex eyes was Bloodshot I can tell he's more angry than Dad. They looked like they wanted to kill each other and Alex raise the small family portrait on the desk and swing it in Dad's direction

Their world was shattered by a few heavy harsh raps against the bathroom door. “I’m glad you two are getting along so well but, we need to hop to it. Put your dick away Lexus and help Azrin pack up his nest. The staff will pack up the rest of your belongings, so don’t worry about them,” Marina Burns barked at them. She left as quickly as she came. What a whirlwind of a woman, of an alpha. “Well- that happened,” the omega chuckled. “Told you we’d get walked in on. At least my tongue was down your throat and not up your ass,”

Then Selena slowly reached for the zipper near the collar of her uniform and pulled it down slightly. Something metallic was strapped tightly against her chest—a small device with red lights blinking rhythmically upon its surface. Tick. Tick. Tick. My eyes widened. "What's that?" I asked softly, feigning ignorance. Stacy swallowed. "It's a bomb." For a moment, the room felt colder. "A bomb and heart monitor," Selena explained quietly. "If we make a mistake..." Her voice trembled. "Our bodies will be blown apart." I stared at them, wide-eyed.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the article, the words carving into me like a knife. "A young woman was caught attempting to steal an expensive wedding gown at Tarren’s Mall, owned by the prestigious Williams family. The suspect, identity unknown, was publicly confronted by Sophia Montgomery and her fiancé, Kenneth Williams. Witnesses claim the woman was desperate to obtain a luxurious dress beyond her means. Security was called in to remove her from the premises…”Below it was a photo of me, kneeling on the ground, my face streaked with tears, surrounded by security guards. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

"The second you get close, they'll find a way to kill you!" "No!" I cried out in despair. "I'm Valentina! I'm your wife!" Scarlett turned and walked toward me. Her hands started patting me down. "Just as I thought!" She pulled a small metal device from my clothes. "A pressure-plate bomb!" She held it up high for Alex to see. Then she slapped me hard across the face. "Damn killer! Trying to blow up my man!" Alex's face darkened instantly. He turned away in disgust, as if he'd seen something vile.

Lorenzo's tech specialist—a woman named Natalie who could apparently hack into anything with a screen—immediately mirrored the message to every device in the room. The message was simple: Position confirmed. Finale piece, moment of applause. Package activated on signal. Remember Emma. "That's it?" Ethan asked, studying the cryptic text. "That's the grand plan Richard's been coordinating?" "It's enough," Lorenzo said darkly. "Finale piece means Sophia's closing look. Moment of applause is when attention is completely focused on the runway. Package activated on signal..." "Bomb," Damian said quietly. "He's planted a bomb." "That's insane," Jessica whispered. "Richard is cruel, but he's not a t