Hold-out Blaster Novels & Stories

Now that we've made that clear, you both have 7 days to move out of here, I'll give u half a million dollars, find a new place and don't show me your sorry faces again. My siblings can stay here as long as they behave but you both are not welcome" I said this as authoritatively as possible. "We ain't going no where. Also I doubt you have even a dollar with you now that boy friend of yours is dead. Who are you bluffing child??" My mother said smirking at me. The same smirk had spread to my father as well. "I am bluffing no one. Grandma left this house to me in her will. Consider yourself lucky I only need the house not the money.

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.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

First Quarter Finley 10 years old I rushed home from school, just like every day, but today was extra special. My brother Konner and his best friend Colton had basketball tryouts. I couldn't wait to see what team they made. I knew they would make the A-team for the 7th grade. They were the best players in town. I ran straight up to my room and pulled the box out from under my bed. I had been working on congratulation cards for them. I pulled them out of the box and shook off the glitter that didn't stick and went to my desk. I opened it up and grabbed the black marker.

He looked like he was about to kill someone. Sean’s body stiffened. At last, he realized the danger. The pressure rolling off Dad nearly suffocated him, and he recognized that face in an instant. It was the head of Salvador Corporation. Panic flickered in his eyes as he quickly lowered his head, about to speak. However, Dad didn’t give Sean the chance. He yanked me out of Sean’s hold and slammed a fist into his face. The blow sent Sean staggering backward, clutching his face in shock.

I raise my brow at him and he gives me a drop-down-turn-my-stomach gorgeous grin before draping his hands over my shoulders, pressing me to his side. "The day isn't over yet Blaze" he replies and urges us forward. My eyes catches a game in which the player has to shoot down bottles and win a prize. "What's that called?" I ask Zeke and he turns to the direction I'm pointing at. "Oh, the bottle stand?" "I think that's what it's called, can I play that?" "Let me play it, then I'd win the prize for you" Zeke offers and I glance at him. "Really?"

“You must know Adrian will come for you. Pity he won’t make it out alive.” Bella’s glare was venomous. “You’ll lose, Monica. You always overplay your hand.” Adrian’s heart surged with equal parts pride and terror. She was holding her ground, but he knew time was running out. Oliver’s hand landed on Adrian’s arm, pulling him back. “We can’t take them alone,” he hissed. “Let’s wait for backup.” “No time,” Adrian growled. Before Oliver could stop him, Adrian stepped out of the shadows, his gun raised.

She said in a bid to free herself from the excruciating pain Zephyr was currently inflicting on her. She had agreed with her father to keep it a secret and she was ready to do it but with Zephyr's intimidating aura, there was no way she would be able to not give in to his demands and expose the truth. "Let's go!" He said and held her hand tightly in his before pulling her away towards the exit of the pack where his car was. Olivia coperated because she had a low pain tolerance and she didn't like being hurt so she directed Zephyr to where her father had Bellona hostage.

The man in Julian's grip trembled all over and stammered. "A woman named Stella Acker. Her private photos are being auctioned tonight at an underground event. This is the warm-up livestream..." At the sound of my name, Julian's brow tightened, as if his heart had skipped. "What?!" He snatched the phone away. Sure enough, every image on the screen was a private photo of Stella. "How is that possible? I took all the cameras. How could anything leak online?