Hold-out Blaster Novels & Stories

was getting annoyed when she spoke, "Where is the truck?" "Why do you think I would give you the 10cartons of ammo without getting anything in return?" Blair asked with a twisted lip when Blaze replied, "One night pleasure is enough for you?" Her face was now clouded with anger, hearing this. How dare an ordinary girl talked to her like this? "Or two, maybe?" Blaze narrowed her brows then continued, "Okay, ten, it is." "Ten cartons for ten nights. Okay?" Blaze smiled when Blair clenched her jaw in anger as she strode towards her and punched her hard in the face.

Four remained on the opposing side. Soon, balls started flying by with renewed vigour, as the team across the bay was fighting hard for the win. They picked off my members, five then four until I remained with only two others. Torrance smiled at me deviously and hurled the ball in her hand in my direction, I ducked to the left as it whipped past my ear. I stuck my chin out triumphantly as I scooped it from the ground, aiming instead for her teammate, distracted by a ball that had just landed nearby. I picked her off easily and scanned the field for any remaining balls, bending to grab one with my eyes still on Torrance, as she stalked over to one on her side of the court. She beat me to the

He swiped my hands away, trying to cover his face. "That's enough!" His voice rose as he simultaneously raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. My face whipped to the side, my cheek screaming in pain, as my hands paused their attack at the strike of pain. Drake undid my pants and lifted off of me to pull them down. I snapped back to the fight and, without his weight upon me, used the opportunity to scramble from beneath him. I didn't need my stupid pants. I needed the gun. I scrambled to my feet and made another run for it.

“They sent me to the middle of a war with no weapons or realization that there was a war.” “The famiglia and cartel have been together in this war since the alliance formed. How did you not know?” Panting, she shook her head. Lowering my arms, my lips curled. “A weapon. You want a weapon? I’ll give you a weapon.” I lifted the hem of my t-shirt revealing a Beretta 22 Bobcat in my holster tucked into my jeans. “Do you want it?” Her eyes opened wide. “No.” She sniffed and wiped the tears from her face. Even with the dark smudge under her eyes, she was stunning. “What happened at the club last night?”

I saw my life fading before my eyes. Soon, I began gulping down chemical-induced water. It tasted weird and made me want to throw up. Then the water started burning my eyes. I'm going to be blind. I panicked. I am actually fucking going to be blind at fifteen. It seemed like forever had passed with me doing whatever humiliating thing my brain cooked up in that water until I had a deep splash from a distance and then I was grabbed by two strong arms. "Hey, breathe, breathe." Chima's voice sounded from somewhere in my head. "I have you, breathe." He cooed, still holding onto me.

Dual purposes mounting and fighting against once another; aimed at Odessa in the room’s center. The elder’s hands begin to shake, the fight isn’t easy, the battle she waged is one that has no guarantees. Her bag opens by itself and an assortment of herbs she had collected begins to drift around the circle, seemingly carried by a breeze. As the dried herbs are crushed in the air, they sprinkle around the circle, binding the dark energy attached to Odessa.

"You don't need my blessing." Cassidy's expression became tense, but Cadence's following words made her relax. "He hates me so much. What could I possibly do to stop you?" Cassidy picked up the glass of water and placed it into Cadence's hands while gently saying, "Then, help me one last time." A wave of dread surged through Cadence's heart. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Cassidy suddenly yanked it forward and splashed the entire glass of water onto her own face!

I find myself actually having somewhat of a good time at their dumb concert. "Fall in love with hobos like us," Jam sings, wiggling up and down like a worm, "cause you can't run and you can't hide," Gland raps, looking very intimidating while doing so -- you really can't run and hide from him, he'll find you. Oog finally concludes the song, "You and us gonna munch the sky! Dung Number 5!" The three 'stars' throw their mics into the air and sprint to the edge of the stage before diving headfirst off of it like insane people. AJ shrieks and runs to catch their stage-dive but I pull her back before she can get squashed by them.

"It's Hope Linwood speaking here, Tyler." Just before the countdown ended, I pulled a modified mini-EMP jammer from my belt kit. I then stuck it to the bomb's casing, successfully preventing the explosion. "I've neutralized the main bomb with an EMP, but that was just a feint. Mr. Jenner isn't really a hostage—he's a decoy. Their real target is the building's central power control. They're planning to overload the city's western grid by detonating the energy core, triggering a large-scale blackout.

Holden’s jaw flexed, torn between logic and instinct. Between training and Elena. Finally— He nodded. And cut the white wire. The timer froze. 00:00:21 But the bomb didn’t shut down. Instead—another panel opened underneath, revealing a second module. Holden’s eyes widened. “Shit—it’s dual-layered.” Elena’s breath caught. “Holden—can you disarm it?” His lips tightened. “I can. But not with one hand.” His injured arm shook harder. The tranquilizer hadn’t worn off.