Double Trouble Novels & Stories

I exchanged a frustrated glance with Ruby, who looked ready to fight everyone in this town. "The game's simple: make a bet, roll the dice," the man explained, his crooked smile widening. "You don't have any money, Sebastian," I reminded him, annoyed that we were wasting time. "I've got plenty. Double down," he shouted, throwing the dice before I could stop him. "You doubled the pot and rolled snake eyes," I growled. "So?" Sebastian shrugged. "You owe the man five hundred dollars now." "What?" Sebastian looked between us. "Then I'll make it back. Double down." He shouted again. The dealer's grin widened as the numbers came up against him.

"This is so unfair, man." Rody, who Jay has decent opinion of, is ruining her image of him by wearing shoes in his own home. She doesn't mind his hedious neon green T-shirt which blinds whoever sees it, but she does mind him wearing sneakers, which he wore outside, and came back inside to walk all over the room before he finally sat down with her brother.

Cara looked back at her right leg sadly. "Yes, Cara. This is just a dream. When you wake up the leg will be gone. This is just your brain trying to come to terms with losing your leg." Cara thought about that for a moment. "So you aren't my sister, Tara... right? You are me... talking to me?" Her double smiled back at her, "That's right. Tara is on the otherside where you left her."

Lucia added. Clarisse was startled by Lucia and was about to say something, but decided to just keep calm. "How much is it?" Zane asked nervously. "This entire set is 4 gold, 8 silver, and 7 bronze," the shopkeeper said, smiling widely. Zane drops his jaw and struggles to find anything in his pocket. He looked directly at the shopkeeper and said, "I don't have any with me," he chuckles worryingly. "Damn it, I'm in trouble. I don't think these clowns are going to pay for it either."

With his hand on my elbows, supporting me, Enric stepped away but we were immediately stopped when the group of quarterbacks stood in the way. "Where do you think you're going?" Sam raised a brow. "So you wanna steal our dinner away?" one of the loan sharks stepped closer. Now it is not just me who is being cornered. "You wanna fight?" Emmanuel threatens as he loosened up his tie. All of them laughed. "You two against all of us? Do you think you can win?" says Sam, belittling the two gentlemen. Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero.

Instead, I moved into a very small apartment in the southern part of the city. The place only had two rooms. The windowsill was narrow, and the kitchen was small. Compared to the Newman estate, it looked shabby, like a completely different world. However, on the first night I slept there, I slept more peacefully than I had in the past five years. The next day, I went to the hand clinic I had already scheduled. The doctor removed the brace and examined me again before finally telling me with regret that the old injury in my right wrist had been delayed for too long. Although the bones had healed, the nerve and tendon damage would be very difficult to fully reverse.

The attractive kind of deep voice most women love. " Someone invaded V chat's server overnight and we've been trying to correct the virus but nothing is working. The department of software engineering is looking into it but there's no progress yet." Thomas's voice sounded tight from stress and lack of sleep. " Okay, the consequences? " " The users are unable to send or receive messages." "Is that all?" Ruben asked, his voice raised up a few pitch. "Yes sir…" "Then why is it taking so long to fix it? From the complaints I see on the company's page, it's been 3 hours." Ruben spoke.

I asked, acting innocent. He rolled his eyes. “Let me remind you again. You’re not allowed to date guests or do anything inappropriate with them. If you need this job as much as you say, don’t forget that.” He knew I needed the job. Hell, I had been extremely lucky to get a job that paid that much. My sister Danielle was chronically ill with stage 2 Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a type of cancer, and we needed all the help we could get. The treatment was costing a lot. The family was struggling and every penny was important to us. Jeopardizing that job would be a recipe for disaster.

I leaned in a little closer to Michell and Blake’s eyes went wide. “excuse me,” I said and walked out onto the balcony. The wind is freezing. I should’ve put on a jacket, but the fresh air is clearing my mind and I feel like I can breathe again. Before I heard a noise, I had to breathe and exhale a few times. I turned around to see Blake tripping over the side table by the long sleeper couch that is standing on the balcony. “fuck” He cursed “You ok?” I ask, but he ignores me and down another drink.

Sounds pretty decent (I think) enough, so I nodded. "Next, number three," he said, his ring finger up together with pointer and middle finger. "Don't be afraid to let out a little anger. Sometimes, if you want to be a bad-ass, you need to get into trouble once in a while. In short - live a little." "Hold on," I said, holding up my hand, palms facing forward. "Trouble? Are you crazy? I can't afford having my record tainted for being a miscreant!"