I'll Catch A Grenade For You Novels & Stories

As Max pushes the door open, someone throws something like a ball at us, and it immediately falls between Max's legs and me. It was then we both looked at it and at ourselves to realise that it is in fact a grenade. Max pushes me back into the walkway, and he throws himself on me before I could even hear or do anything. “BOMB!!!” All I hear that throws me off my bed are these words. “The hell!” I snap back to reality, and I hit my waist on the floor with how I throw myself off the bed, thinking I was escaping getting hit by the bomb with Max.

The tendril tightened its grip around the young soldier's leg, dragging him face-first through the mud toward the center of the dark mass. "I can't cut it!" Christian yelled, sweat mixing with the glowing rain on his face. "It's like hitting solid steel!" "Use fire!" Justin shouted from the stretcher, his voice hoarse as he struggled to sit up. He fumbled with his belt, pulling out an incendiary grenade. "Christian, catch!" He tossed the heavy cylinder through the air. Christian caught it with one hand, pulled the safety pin with his teeth, and slammed the grenade directly into the base of the writhing root system.

he reasoned when everyone just glared at him. “Can you think of something that doesn’t involve her getting hurt?” Noah hissed and everyone went back to thinking, shooting lame ideas every now and then. A knock at the door fifteen minutes later announced my mom’s arrival. None of us could come up with an idea to escape the family dinner. Sana opened the door and mom rushed in with a small duffle bag in her hand. “Mom!” “Sweetie… You’re all right?” “Yes, mom.” “I spoke to Nolan. We can’t ignore everything Irwin does. Here, take this,” she said, handing me the bag. I opened to see a small handgun, pepper spray, a modest cocktail dress with a high neckline and a few mini devices I didn’t recogni

I said which made her even more confused based on her expression. "You're going to wait for something to happen to you again?" Natalie frowned and asked. "I'm waiting for the troll to show itself, then I'll grab that chance to pull it's hair out and execute it." I said in a scary tone. As much as I'm pissed out, it doesn't really affect me that much, since it's jsut a bunch of childish and cowardly people who hide behind their money.

Kicking a small pebble of stone, I noticed someone behind me so I swiftly turned around hoping it was Kaden but I shook my head in disappointment. " Hello", Mason greeted to which I grunted in response. I wasn't in the mood for him even though he is in my team. I sighed, maybe Kaden won't be here. " I spoke with Aunt May and she agreed to us working with her", his voice brought me back to him. I surrender trying to avoid Mason, I sat beside him removing my backpack. " Okay ", I nodded. Kaden's POV " Fucking hell", Adrien screamed as he threw his textbook at the wall behind me, narrowly missing my head. I rolled my eyes and smirk when his textbook tore.

Oh, Isabella. "Did you notice it would have still affected us?" I feel anger inside me raise. "Give it to me." She wastes no time and I take it. The safety is still on. "Anything else still on you?" I ask her. "You wouldn't believe." Isabella snickers and I laugh a second later. "Do you want me to do anything when you fight against the Italians? I'm good with guns." Isabella says with a proud smile and I find myself staring at her. I go to the fridge and open a secret cabinet then place the grenade in.

Another ducked behind a crate. This wasn’t random. These men moved like professionals. Tight formations. Clear commands. Howard didn’t hire street thugs for this. “He knew we were coming,” I muttered. “He always does,” Evans replied, firing beside me. A grenade bounced across the floor and rolled toward us. “Grenade!” I shouted. Evans grabbed me by the vest and yanked me back just as it exploded. My ears rang. Pain shot through my shoulder, but I pushed it down. “Still breathing?” Evans asked.

Was he trying to tell her something? "Goodbye," Dylan called after him in a cheery voice. "Don't be a stranger." Alice stared up at Dylan, noticing he still had the grenade nestled in his palm. He followed her gaze. "You want to hold it?" he offered, poised to throw it to her. "No, no, no," Alice shook her head in panic. She wasn't the most prolific catcher at the best of times. He chucked and placed the grenade safely back inside the drawer. "Is it safe to have that here?" she asked.

It's a small round grenade and gives a ten-second countdown with a button push. I start to step back much faster, having a few seconds left. "It's nice seeing you, Hugo." I wave at him. I turn with my back to him. I grab my helmet and walk toward my bike, ignoring my leg's pain and going as far away as possible. Kendall said the grenade could create a fifteen-foot radius. I push my bike about six feet away. The grenade stops beeping, and the sound of an explosion is heard. Looking over my shoulder, I smirk. "Goodbye motherfucker!"

He hits the gravel path with a heavy, wet thud that vibrates through the soles of my sandals. The world fractures into chaos. "Contact!" someone screams. The other three men freeze. They look at their fallen leader. They look at me—the mother in the cream linen dress holding a smoking submachine gun. They hesitate. That hesitation is their death sentence. "Burn them," Aureliano’s voice growls in my ear, a dark command that triggers the detonator in my left hand. I press the button. The stroller explodes. It isn't a fragmentation grenade; we didn't want shrapnel flying toward me. It is a flashbang, rigged with a concussive charge.