Good Trouble Extras Novels & Stories

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!"

hey guys I am sorry I haven't posted my oldest child's dad was shot and killed and we have been trying to help my son process it the best we can, plus help his mom get the funeral set up and granted permission to leave hospice to be able to attend it's and it's putting a strain on my current relationship because I am having to do all this work for an ex but all that work isn't for my ex but my child not my fault the man didn't have a woman after I left him and they have no other family to help her plan it and get her out of hospice ok rant over sorry but I will get back to posting Monday March 16th with 2 chapters for all 3 of my books I have open

I grabbed her arm and pulled her away. " Why didn't you let me finish them dumb bitches?" She asked " because I really don't want trouble" I said as we rounded a corner. " Miss goodie two shoes"" I am not-""get out of the way!" I didn't have time to comprehend what was happening before I was knocked to the ground. Ow!

Dave and Zoe said in unison. "Those 3 guys are the founders, owners, stakeholders and whatever else kind of ownership there is of the Bad Boys Club." At this Annabel Reed's eyes came up from her book "I said no talking! " she looked at me "I heard you got into trouble at English today? You should learn to do more than drool over people who will laugh at you after pranking you and get your nose buried in your book." The poor juniors seating with us flinched at the sight of their head girl's rage but if Annabel Reed noticed it she didn't say anything about it. With her never smiling face and commanding tone my guess is she grew up in a military base.

Nancy stood in front of her. "Are you going to tell me what the problem is? or do you want me to find out on my own" she said, crossing both hands on her chest. "Nan.....cy. Where....is the... coffee! it'ssss so cold.... tonight" Doloris said. still shivering. The water was boiling, and the kettle whistled.

Jake "I have to get going boys Jacqueline's time is near and I don't like leaving her alone in the evenings." We were wrapping up the last case we'd just taken care of, human trafficking into slavery. What the fuck? We'd saved men, women and children from a fate almost certainly worst than death. Supe was gonna have his hands full explaining to the powers that be how it was that an Op that had gone off without a hitch had culminated in the deaths of three traffickers and their boss who hadn't even been on scene.

They were closer than any brothers could possibly be. “I’m going to have to talk to the doorman again about keeping the riff raff out of here,” Finn said, not meaning one word of it. “Yeah, I know what you mean, it seems like they will let any old bum in off the street nowadays. There’s no more home security,” Jael replied. “At least we agree,” Finn said. “How are you doing, Cuz?” Jael asked him. “I’m great, and you?” “Well since I found your hundred year old scotch, I’m feeling pretty good,” Jael said, with an impish smile on his face as he held up the expensive bottle, which had considerably less liquid in it.

I protested. "Look, man. You're just acting up because you've been freshly heartbroken. Everything is going to be fine," Connor added. "Hi, I'm Elisa. I'll be your server this evening. Would you be interested in our specials for tonight?" the waitress with long black hair interrupted. Ansel didn't bother to acknowledge her and looked at me. "I'm going to deal with my problems my own way. So please, for the love of God, leave me alone."

I could see the shocked expression on their faces as they hung up. “I’m really sorry but we have to go.” They both told Asher’s dad. “Why is everything alright?” Mr. Gilbert asked. “Not all! One of our transporters had a serious accident.” Mum cried out, carrying her coat. “Then do me the honor of rendering whatever little assistant it is.” Mr. Gilbert said. I knew that had financial ties to it. Asher’s dad was as rich as fuck. But no, that wasn’t why I liked him.

Beckett ~ “Fifty million, and I want my name out of Epilet files.” I stared at the fifty million dollar cheque Edgar Jones had just slapped on my desk, to remove his name from the Epilet files. I rubbed my jaw. Edgar Jones is one of the darkest men to ever exist. Behind his powerful political career, which is now going to be ruined, he is a monster. Yes, I save a lot of bad doings. I cover up crimes, but there are some conditions. Those crimes must not be human trafficking, rape, pedophilia, and all third-degree crimes.