Bombshell Novels & Stories

"Kimbra, if you're upset about the lack of condom, I can show you a medical report. I promise I wouldn't—" Her cold blue stare stops me. "I told you I was fine. I mean, based on the reason that I was able to get you here in the first place, I should question you. But I'm not. If you say you're clean, then I'm sure you are." My skin heats as I contemplate the best response. Her lips press together before she speaks again. "I told you. I'll keep your secret from Mr. Buchanan and do my best to keep Buchanan and Willis from a sexual harassment lawsuit."

Philip snapped, glaring at the man standing as still as a statue beside him. "Well? You’ve been staring forever—see anything yet?" “…Of course I did. She’s clearly been traumatized again. What did you do this time? Don’t tell me—” He smirked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. Diego didn’t respond. Between his fingers, a lit cigarette glowed red, but he never took a drag. His expression was cold and unreadable. “The bomb used in the BM incident—it was a T5. I took photos. Have a look,” he said in a low voice, passing his phone over.

If it weren't for Sirena shielding me from the bomb, I would have already been a pile of mincemeat by now. Fabio looked up in horror. "A bomb? There really had been a bomb?" He turned to look at Reina in confusion. "Reina! Didn't you say that everything went on smoothly and safely today? You said that Sirena was just lying about it to get me to go back!" Reina screamed in shock when Fabio called out her name all of a sudden. "I… I don't know! I just heard Ana say that Sirena was secretly up to something, and I was worried that she'd try and harm you. That's why—"

To my surprise, a tall, blonde woman walked in with a beaming smile. "Hello there! My name is Alena Sanchez, and I'm a journalist from the famous BMM channel," she introduced herself enthusiastically. Intrigued, I sat up and replied, "Nice to meet you, Alena. What brings you here?" Alena's smile widened. "I've been following the story of your heroic rescue. It's truly remarkable what you did. I actually posed as a member of your family to gain access, and I was wondering if I could request an exclusive interview?"

The wooden chair falls back with a loud thud on the floor. The blue gel pen isn't just a pen. It is a stun gun. I can still feel the surge of its electric dart. "And this," she smiles holding it from the safe end, "is my ultimate weapon to deal with pricks like you." She carefully tears off that page from the book and puts it rather softly on the table for me. She puts her things in her bag except for that pen. All the while I scowl at her, rubbing my arm that has now twice been assaulted by this gracefully slender but lethally strong young lady. She is still holding that stun gun in her hand.

A loud knock was heard on his bedroom door, Alex has just finished shower and was drying his body when he heard the sound, he wonder who was it and why no voice was heard, he walked over to the door and opened it. His face turned into disgust when he saw pearl standing there, she was on a black silky gown that exposed her thigh, the neck of the short gown cut deeply exposing a wide view of her cleavage, her nipples standing at attention, pearl gave Alex a seductive smile when she saw his eyes grow dark with lust as they both travelled from her perfect legs to her large breasts almost spilling out of the gown.

"The bomb... it was real?" I crossed the hall in three strides, mud and blood tracking across the marble floors, ignoring the searing pain in my side where the silver bullet had lodged. My hands—still partially clawed, slick with the gore of battle—reached for her first, pulling her into my chest, careful not to crush our son between us. Her scent enveloped me: wildflowers mingled with the sharp tang of fear and the milky sweetness of motherhood. It grounded me, pulling me back from the edge of the wolf's rage. "It's over," I murmured into her hair, my voice gravelly, laced with the growl that hadn't fully subsided. "Thorne's down. His men are scattered. But yes... the bomb. He confessed—wir

He asked. “The bomb is set to a secondary detonator.” Josiah says. “The wire is buried looks like that way.” He says standing up. “This bitch is good.” Nick says. “How are you doing Shaba?” He asked her. “Oh, you know same old same old.” She said sarcastically before yelling. “How do you think I am fucking doing? I am standing on a bomb.” She replied.

Jason asked "Of course they bought it, they all know the mafia boss is perfectly capable of doing that, I told them.its best not to attend the meeting tomorrow and they all agreed" Leonardo stated "What about you? Were you able to get it the bomb?" "Yeah, I'm the boss at the company right now so its easy to do anything that I want, I've hidden the bomb inside the conference room, we have a remote button we can press from the outside and the timer is set for two minutes so after two minutes, kaboom, everything blows up and we win" Jason smiled

Ambrose walked up to them and asked, "Is your boss from Sommerdale?" The leader of the group answered with his head lowered, "Yes." "Since he set up such a big plan just to kill me, I think I deserve to know who he is. Who is he?" "My boss is an amazing person. He is…" Suddenly, the man triggered the bomb that he had been wearing! Nobody saw it coming. The explosion was so powerful that even the helicopter shook from the blast. Larissa screamed desperately. She grabbed a rope and jumped off the helicopter.