Bombshell Novels & Stories

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

Shane said. She watched Barrister Dash seated behind his desk minutes before his secretary brought in a bunch of letters and placed them on his desk. He opened a few before reaching for the odd green envelope in the pile. The moment he opened it, the bomb exploded, blowing out the wall behind him and ripping his body apart.

Drew's voice trailed when he felt a hand pinching him. “Yes, he does fire me on the bed everyday that's why I have a bomb in my tummy not a child” Belle stated. “Oh,I see, there's a bomb in you. You need to exile this country for the safety of others, or am I wrong?” Drew asked, looking up as his eyes met Belle's angry eyes, his colleagues' surprised and disappointed face. “Drew, from the planning and development team. I will surprise you will a bomb first, you are fired!” Everyone gasped.

she whispered to him. "Detective, what the hell are you talking about?" "Please, just listen to me!" She never got to the explaining part when somebody began to yell. "Bomb! There's a bomb!" Carmen froze and Brian read her face, realizing she had been on to something just as an alert of visuals of the Headshot Killer followed. There was a deafening blast from within the precinct and Carmen watched in horror the enormous fire roast her after she was thrown back by an intense shockwave. . .

“You’d blow this entire building up if you dropped it.” “I had no idea that was a bomb,” I whisper, biting my lip. “No wonder Caleb looks so scared when I threw it in the air like a ball.” Dove turns on me with wide eyes and gently places the diamond bomb on the table. “You are scary to hang out with, you know that?” “Apparently so,” I mutter and glance at Knight. “Any other bombs I should know about?” “Yes. The moody one has three drawers full of bombs, daggers, guns, and various other things. Want to see?”

Jane pressed tightly her lips. One hour ago the event became a disaster, Austin and the team disabled a bomb inside the venue as the team brought a detector as someone tip a bomb threat that no one knows who it was, an anonymous call 911 about it. If it hasn't been on an anonymous tip that Austin forwarded to Jane how much more life died.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

I assumed they were atoning their sins in jail, until one afternoon, a shrill alarm shattered the calm. "Level-one alert! Unknown explosive in Central Square! Structure unknown, impossible to defuse!" I rushed to the command center, where the massive screen displayed a bizarre bomb in 360-degree detail. Experts shouted into comms, "It's live! Any move triggers self-destruction!" My eyes locked on the circuit's unique looping pattern. "It's her!" I shivered, recognizing Rita's "genius" design from her coursework. I grabbed my jacket and stormed into Clifford's office, slamming the blueprint on his desk. "It's Rita!"

Then, subconsciously, she slid the answer button to answer the call. “Hello.” “Hi, Madam Olympias. I heard from others that you know a lot about weapons. So I have a feeling that you and I will see eye to eye with each other. Actually, I like to study firearms very much, too.” “Who are you?” When Olympias heard the young man’s voice from the other end of the phone, she had roughly guessed the caller’s identity. “My name is Bomb!!!” “Bomb?” “That’s right, it’s Bomb. I like to study weapons and bombs, so I gave myself an English name called Bomb. Madam Olympias, how do you find my name? Does it sound good?”

Her blood turned to ice. “You don’t mean—” “You’re the only new variable,” he snapped. Gabriel turned sharply. “Stop. She’s not the leak.” “You don’t know that.” “She doesn’t even have a damn phone!” They were shouting now. Loud. Dangerous. Elena’s body trembled. She backed away from them, heart racing. “I didn’t betray you,” she whispered. Alessio looked at her with steel in his eyes. “Then prove it.” Before she could speak, a bomb detonated in the hallway.