Another Word For Troublemaker Novels & Stories

" Troublemaker explained as he showed his notes to Galahad. Galahad sat down between M.Kean and Troublemaker, leaning over to Troublemaker to have a look at his notes. " And it's a good thing you didn't! Or a little girl would have lost her mother!" I pointed out, slightly frustrated at the fact that I had caught him trying to do so on numerous occasions and it was a good thing I did or there wouldn't have been anyone there to stop him. " Wait! Then how did you manage to cure them? Not even my holy powers could turn them back."

Xandar was at his wife’s side in an instant, and he pecked a sweet kiss on her temple to calm her agitation before muttering, “Sorry for delaying their practice, babe. And you’re amazing, by the way. You have no idea how many eyes lit up when you called them ‘mavericks’ instead of ‘rogues’.” Before he could sprint away to take his spot, Lucianne protested, “That can’t be right, Xandar. That word is so ancient that it’s lame to use it today. Calling them a rebel would have been cooler but I felt that there may be some…negative connotation to it that would create further friction between them and the rest of our people. I’ll definitely be thinking of a better word for their group.”

I tried to write again at the corner of the paper but there is still no ink being let out. “Have the pen perhaps malfunction?” Taylor, who was present the entire time, exchanged puzzled looks with me. I chuckled at the word ‘malfunction’. He just sounded so formal saying that. “I would say, broken is the best word. But malfunction is synonymous, so both can be used.” I reassembled the pen and handed it to Taylor.

elder Francis sudden voice startles me, my eyes quickly move to his direction only to find his blue hollows already staring at me. I gulp visibly, my hands become clammy from all the sweat I'm shedding suddenly. Troublemaker. That's what he calls me, the word translates to troublemaker. It's a word from an ancient language which no one speaks these days. Elder Francis told me the meaning himself after I asked him rather confused what it meant when I was 6, the first time he called me that. You see elder Francis isn't quite a big fan of mine, it's just.. I was a big troublemaker when I was a kid.

I said with mischief laced in my voice as I laughed. “C’mon Archer, I’m sure you’re not always in trouble right?” She said giving me a look that seemed pitiful. I rolled my eyes to that flashing her a playful smile “I’m the less talented twin juniper, if I’m not good at anything, I have to be at least good at something and that thing is making trouble. Trouble is my middle name juniper, no one can change that.” I stated proudly but she didn’t seem to like what it is I said.

TRISTAN'S POV “Great arc moon pack!” “Great!” “Great arc moon pack!” The resounding chant was louder than the first, and I smiled in happiness. I was preying on that fear, on that confusion. I was here to cause trouble, as was my normal nature. I was going to show them the meaning of a troublemaker. I was going to show them what it actually meant to be a troublemaker.

-I said, "Monique, I need you to come back to the house. You're underage so you can't go alone. -I told you I'm with Colton, you put me up to this. Besides, I'll be seventeen in two months. One more year and I'll be free. -But in the meantime you do what I tell you, Monique, and I order you to go back to the house or else.... -Or else what? -I faced him. -If you don't come back then I'll report this guy and he'll go to jail for messing with a minor. -You don't dare," Colton advanced threateningly towards my father but I stopped him. What he was saying was already big trouble, it was something that would be worse for both of us. For Colton. And my father when something got into his head there

I just shrug, "It's no big deal Eddie. It's in the past. You'll have plenty of opportunities to protect me." He raises his brow in question and smirks. "Are you trying to tell me that you're a troublemaker?" I scoff dramatically, "No! I'm not trouble...I just...sometimes get into tough situations now and again." He chuckles,"Oh no, you're one of those mates."

He said as he looked at me with a soft look on his face, heat creeping up my neck as he stepped closer to me, his face appearing almost in front of me. "Honestly, I thought you were only a troublemaker, but judging from the situations you get yourself into, you are also a trouble magnet," He commented, looking at me with an unadulterated look, and I couldn't help but look away, ignoring his words. Why does everyone keep calling me a troublemaker? It’s not like I invited that demon saying, ‘Come and feed off me’. I rolled my eyes before remembering he had asked me something.

‘That girl clearly has a crush on you, Daddy! Jay argued plausibly, "If an unmarried boy uses his charm to attract a girl, we’ll call that boy a womanizer, but if a married man does it, then that man will be called a hooligan. If I use my charm, then not even the durians in this street will be enough for me to kneel on. So would you please do me this favor?” Baby Robbie did not want to create any misunderstandings between Mommy and Daddy, so he walked toward the girl in a manner that looked as though he was bravely and readily facing death.