Vegeta Blows Himself Up Novels & Stories

The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anytime he looked at her. “Hello, Benedict,” Kallista said coolly. “Benedict?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You used to call me Dad.” “That was a long time ago,” She murmured back, looking down at her luggage. “Enough,” Dorothea said, Kallista could hear the exasperation in her voice from a mile away. “Benedict, she’s had a rough day. Her apartment burned down.” Benedict raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Is that so? And you decided to come back home?”

Knew exactly how to hurt us while destroying proof of her crimes. "Where are you now?" "Ambulance. On the way to General Hospital. Beth, I almost died. If I'd been asleep instead of working, if I hadn't smelled the smoke when I did, I'd be dead right now." "I'll meet you there. Twenty minutes." I hung up. Looked at Victoria. "Marcus's apartment is on fire. Arson. He barely escaped. The evidence is destroyed." Victoria's face went pale. "Oh my God. Is he okay?"

“Death is easier than belonging to you.” Vincent’s claws tore into the ground, splintering stone beneath him. “Take your hand off her!” he said fiercely. Camela spoke again, her voice softer this time, almost a plea as she asked again. “Vincent…why didn’t you kill me?” His rage erupted violently. Vincent’s body was engulfed in golden flames, fully transforming into his fox form—fur standing on end, eyes shining like suns. He surged through the ashes, ripping them apart while his roars shook the very chasm they stood in.

his voice broke and I couldn't listen anymore as Lando began to touch me, his tip brushing my entrance. Oh God! What is this? I cried all my frustrations and pain out silently. When this is finally over I'm going to kill myself. I swear. This is just too much for me. I survived everything but not this, I won't fight anymore. I'm tired of trying to and it always gets me into worse shits. The door burst open for the second time and my eyes opened. "Jesus Leo!" Raymond shouted. I shut my eyes back when I saw a series of bandages on him. His head, arm, and legs.

It is useless to destroy the basement if in the end Venus is buried due to her own doing. “I will protect my body by making a veil of iron, after that I will tear down this damned space!” said Venus excited. Mustaka, again and immediately, dropped the spirit of Venus cruelly. When the basement and whatever’s above it collapses, you will faint again from exhaustion, and then the cloak will automatically disappear. After that, you can say welcome to tons of weights that will kiss your head romantically. Venus immediately shouted frustration because of the spirit lecture, which unfortunately sounded very reasonable.

he seethes, rage burning like fire in his eyes. “Do you hear yourself? It’s my fault the woman you loved spread her legs for more than just you and it’s my fault Zarseti gave me an animai. Heavens forbid you once in your life point blame in the right place you delusional, psychotic prick!” I shout as I direct every ounce of my energy into my hands as I shove him with all my might. The moment my hands touch his chest a blast of azure-blue energy erupts from my hands blasting him across the garden, demolishing trees, and structures before he skids across the earth like a comet crash landing and grinding to a halt.

Despite her petite and charming appearance, Serena was trained in Taekwondo. The man was shocked that such a small woman could throw him over her shoulder, leaving him on the ground, crying out in pain. Serena placed her foot on his face, "Now, who's making who wish they were dead, huh?" "I was wrong, I was wrong! I didn't recognize who I was dealing with. Please, have mercy on me..." "Ugh... Men like you aren't worth sparing. If it weren't illegal, I'd finish you off right now..."

Volkava’s body jerked violently as the energy overwhelmed him, his form flickering between solid and something else entirely. It was too unstable. His scream turned into something else. Something inhuman, “No—!” His body arched and cracked and as light burst from within him, I screamed as my body raged like a burning fire. We both screamed and he exploded—the earth shook with so much power it blasted through the ruins, slamming into everything—throwing bodies back, forcing wolves and creatures alike to the ground as the force ripped through the battlefield. A might shockwave as he collapsed in on himself, the power consuming him, tearing him apart from the inside out.

said Vincent, walking towards several people lying on the road. "What? What for?" “Stab them with an iron so they'll burn. Do it before they change!” said Vincent, repeating his order. Mike frowned, not understanding. "You're crazy, aren't you?" Mike cursed, which Vincent didn't care about. Vincent crouched down on one of the victims, who was starting to wake up and was about to change. “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, go to hell!” Vincent stuck his blade, and the creature burst into flames.

I say in a disapproving tone. “Excuse me for catching my breath,” he says, rolling his eyes. This ridiculous conversation is interrupted as a couple nagata come our way; I can see the reluctance on their face; they don’t want to hurt us, but they have no choice. Vitali grabs a small grenade from his shorts pocket, pulls the pin and hurls it at them. Instantly it detonates in front of them releasing a powder into the air. They each fall to the ground screaming and writhing, gasping for air as the powder burns through their skin and scales like acid. I turn my face away unable to look. I hate knowing we’re hurting innocent people, but inflicting pain on them is the only way to keep as many as