Big Trouble Novel Novels & Stories

Collins responded. "No, nothing like that, but I am still not happy that you delve into drugs. Collins and Maggie know that now she could do anything with that information," Aella complained. "You don't have to worry, sis; I have everything under control," Collins stated. "But how did you figure everything out with Maggie?" Aella asked. Collins went on to explain to her how the thugs told him that she was the one that sent him, and when he tried to fight off, he ended up with the head injury. He went on to tell Aella how the thugs scattered the house to make it look like a break-in.

"But the two of us will go first." "No way, we're her friends. We had a reservation which means you'll be fucking after us." The worst-case scenario has happened. I'm being cornered on both sides. With no chance of escaping. No signs to be saved. Why does my life always have to be this hard? Was I a bad person in my past life to deserve this? I was in the middle of accepting my fate when I heard two familiar voices echoing all over the area. "You disgusting pigs! Who gave you the permission to touch her?!" "Get lost or we'll kill every single one of you."

The Captain sounded sad and horrified. The traders didn't speak. They just look at the ground sadly, their eyes droopy and cloudy with tears. There was a deafening silence and even Serra couldn't hear her breathing. All their minds was processing what they are about to say. "There was Badblood ambush three days ago on our way home" a man on the back finally said, breaking the silence. Serra saw tears streaking down on his cheeks. "They got the last two of the wagons. We expected that they only just seize all the goods but they started to pin them in the ground, so we ran away"

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

PENELOPE Morning came like an apology. Weak, pale light spilled into the living room, I hadn’t slept well. Or at all. My dreams were haunted by the scene of the bakery on fire. Jess and I were still camped on the couch, swaddled in blankets like they were armor, though they did little to shield us from the ache spreading slowly beneath our skin. Neither of us had spoken much, and when we did, it was only in whispers, as if anything louder might shatter what was left of us.

“He’s going to have a horrible headache in the morning.” Damian’s knuckles turned a shade whiter, but he nodded. “Fine.” The ride was weirdly quiet, except Gabriel mumbling nonsense under his breath like he was having a conversation with the vodka inside him. At the store, Damian stayed in the car while I ran in and grabbed water, painkillers, and a bottle of some ginger thing the cashier swore was ‘hangover magic.’ When I got back, Gabriel had somehow slumped even lower, and Damian muttered, “He seems comfortable,” in this tight, annoyed voice that made me want to laugh but I held it in.

I, Charles Turner, was a single father staying with my son as he studied in Noule, Muria. Our neighbor was another woman and her daughter, who happened to be my son's collegemate. The mother, Kerrigan O'Reiley, was heavily pregnant. Meanwhile, her husband was constantly away from home due to work. Unable to reign in her urges, she secretly slept with my son, Carl Turner. Kerrigan's daughter, Shanine Baxton, was strikingly beautiful. With her amazing complexion and shapely legs, she could easily pass as a celebrity.