The Bombshell Effect Novels & Stories

" Caroline practically bellowed, urgency lacing her voice. At that moment, the deafening sound of a bomb reverberated throughout the building, causing the entire floor to shake violently!

I slipped into the car, watching as she ate the mile between the penthouse and where we were going. I kept gulping in my spit, my heart split into halves when I saw the news that was all over the gigantic broadcasting TV. CEO RYAN LAW FIRM INVOLVED IN A BOMB BLAST, COULD THIS BE A THREAT FROM HIS OPPONENT OR… A DEAL GONE BAD? My throat felt parched all of a sudden, stretching my hands, I chugged down the bottle of water close to me. Reina's eyes still fixed on the road. “ He is fine,” she assured me.

she said, running over to me. “Everyone hang tight,” I said, leading her into the next room. “What is it,” I said. “I think you need to get Scott in here for this,” she said. She started breathing hard and quick like she was having a panic attack. “Scott is my boss but I am the one knee deep in this shit, so whatever you just figured out, you need to tell me.” “This … that … it’s a bomb, a big fucking bomb,” she said breathless. I stared at her.

However, she was like a connoisseur for this kind of homemade bomb. Within a minute, Olympias had thoroughly understood the bomb. But, unfortunately, the more she understood it, the more astonished she became. “F*ck! There is a horizontal device on the bomb.” Olympias muttered. When the timer on the bomb counted down to one minute, the horizontal device was instantly activated. The chefs tied to the pipe began to shiver because they were too nervous. As soon as they began to tremble, the steel ball inside the horizontal device moved irregularly.

Shit, how do I gently explain to her she almost ended the world without slamming my walls up and lying to her to save her more worry and guilt? "Well, to simply put it, you made it look like a bomb went off." An atomic, nuclear bomb, but I'll omit that for now. "I can't remember anything..." she says, hugging her arms, I can feel she's terrified of herself through the bond, so I walk over to her and pull her into my arms

Unfortunately, nothing happened. “I—what's going on?” Bella muttered in frustration. She kept hitting her body, but nothing happened until she finally let go of the bomb. “That is a fake bomb,” Hazel said. Bella stared in shock. She was certain the bomb was real because she had taken it herself from the place Edward had shown her. Her anger peaked, especially when she saw Hazel smirking in satisfaction at Bella’s failed attempt. James also breathed a sigh of relief. His fear subsided, and he tried to calm himself down.

Yohana said, her voice sounding more urgent this time. Nightroe was still reluctant to say anything. That was the crux of the matter, and she didn’t know how to stay calm when all this information came so suddenly. It was like a panic attack, making everything difficult to control. The bomb was about to explode, while Yohana truly couldn’t hold back any longer. Her vision suddenly went blurry; the last thing she could feel was a part of her nerves that seemed unable to function properly, then everything went dark.

“You thought you’d buried all of Richard Steele’s secrets? How cute.” A muscle in Alexander’s jaw ticked. “Get to the point.” “You should check your email,” she said lightly. “Consider it a parting gift.” The line went dead. The Bombshell Alexander strode toward his laptop, his movements stiff with frustration. When he pulled up his inbox, a single email sat unread. Subject: The Truth About Richard Steele. He opened it. And the moment his eyes scanned the content, his face turned to stone. I stepped forward. “What is it?”

But now, she suddenly realized just how terrifying the butterfly effect triggered by Sharon's return truly was. … Back in her office, Sharon finally shed all pretense. She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, and gently closed her eyes. At that moment, there was a soft knock on the office door. "Come in," Sharon said. The door opened almost immediately. Familiar footsteps approached. Sensing something, Sharon slowly opened her eyes. A handsome, sharply defined face came into view, wearing that familiar smile. "Sharon, it's been a long time. Want to go grab a meal together?"

The reinforced windows didn't just break; they exploded inward in a catastrophic shockwave of jagged shrapnel and blinding white tracer fire. The thirty elites who had just controlled the global economy screamed in absolute, unadulterated terror. The world's most powerful billionaires scrambled across the floor like insects, diving behind overturned leather chairs as the heavy gunfire systematically shredded the priceless artwork, the marble walls, and the custom woodwork of the Sterling empire.