Knuckles Laughing Novels & Stories

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.

Feisty, crazy and impulsive are the words that best describe Sasha Milton's personality. She is as the notorious leader of the school's most popular and problematic girls,"The panthers". They not only do they walk around school like they own the place, they also found pleasure in inflicting pain on others and are the biggest bullies in Clinton high school. Dean McCain is another popular heartthrob in school but unlike Sasha, he is loved and respected by every student alongside his best friends, Jake and Kyle. When Dean accidentally runs into Sasha and walks out without apologizing, all hell breaks loose as Sasha is determined to make him pay for embarrassing her and making her a laughing stock to her haters. But in the process of getting revenge and payback, they both start to learn more about each other and understand that their very perfect profile is not as it seems and that together they could help each other heal from their sad experiences.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

Ambrose Miller forgets about me after an accident. He mistakes the perpetrator for me. He calls me a maid and forces our daughter to call the perpetrator "Mom". The doctor tells me it'll be beneficial for his recovery to go along with him. Later, I overhear him laughing while talking to someone. "I never would've expected to run into Maryanne again. Pretending to be an amnesiac is just a way to make up for lost time. I'll use a month to make up for the five years we've been without each other. I'll die without regrets." I look down at my maid uniform as tears stream silently down my face. I choose to leave so he and his true love can be together. However, Ambrose loses his mind that night and tearfully begs me to return.

Janet Jackson is a 25 years old woman who works in one of the best companies in New York. She does all the shit a personal assistant is meant to do. Eros Kingston is her boss and for the first time he really notices her and needs her help because of the ultimatum his dad gave him. ◇Read the story to find out what happens, will Janet be able to control how she feels around Eros even if it's for a few days?months? ◇ ~~~~~~ "Wow. So why are you telling me this?" "I already said it. I need your help." "How I'm I going to help you." She chuckled, "be your wife?" She looked at me straight in the eye and when she saw I wasn't laughing with her she knew I was serious. "You're joking right?" "I wish I was, trust me."

On the day before New Year's Eve, I didn't shut the window all the way, and my little sister sneezed. My parents kicked me out and ordered me to collect firewood in the dark. Inside, the family crowded around her, laughing as they handed her presents. I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I slung the basket onto my back before heading into the mountains through the wind and snow. I didn't find any firewood. I found a man instead. His leg was wedged in a crack between rocks, bloody enough to scare me. When he saw me, he said in a hoarse voice, "Get me out of here, girl. I can give you whatever you want." I looked up at him, my eyes finally focusing. "Really? Then I want you to be my dad."

For years, Katerine's life was synonymous with humiliation. Without a wolf, she was the laughing stock of her own pack, considered an outcast. But contempt turned to condemnation when the King of Wolves himself unjustly accused her of regicide against the Queen. Declared a traitor and exiled, Katerine was thrown out of the kingdom as if she were trash. Five years of peace in a mortal village gave her a new life... until Dilan, the enforcer of her exile and the proud son of the King, found her. But instead of bringing her to justice, a primal and inescapable truth prevailed: he claimed her as his Mate. Now, the woman who fled death is trapped by fate with the man who should have killed her. Will Katerine accept the bond that could be her only source of power and protection? Or will she use the weakness of this unbreakable bond to orchestrate revenge against the King and all those who humiliated her and discarded her like trash?

I had returned from overseas to attend my foster son's wedding, already wearing my dress for the evening. My former high school classmates recognized me and pointed at me, laughing wildly. They tore my dress off me without hesitation. Ruby Saunders apologized to me, but it was all an act. She looked at me with malevolence. She had instigated her lackeys to strip me in public. When I tried to retaliate, she slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and laughed coldly as I saw the cruel excitement on her face. She used to imitate me and accuse me of copying her, but I always endured it. However, today was my last straw. I would not allow her to marry into my family and turn me into her mother-in-law, no matter what!

“You have such a pretty face, if only you would lose some weight.” Tory has heard that all of her life. In her solitary life she eats alone and daydreams about having a handsome boyfriend who could accept all of her. Daily she finds herself running to catch her bus and knowing that she is the laughing stock of the other commuters. And then one day she literally finds herself ‘falling’ into the lap of one of the commuters; an exotically handsome white man. Tory finds that she is unable to stop thinking about him and daydreaming about the life he must live. But Mr. Gorgeous must be either married or gay because she sees him dismissing the attention of gorgeous women left and right.Never in a million years would she ever guess that hers was the only attention he was interested in… They Say Love is Blind is created by Pepper Pace, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I watch as he gently places the gun on the table. Seconds tick by a heavy silence filling the room. He takes a stand and makes his way to me. He takes a stance behind my chair and places his firm arms on my armchair, caging me. I bask in his scent and warmth. "You choose now Lana, here and now." He whispers into my ear. His traces my knuckles before grabbing my notebook out of my hands, and tossing it on the table. "I wasn't done with that." I say. He laughs, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs. I turn to face him, feeling my breaths shorten with each passing second. "Eyes on the prize, Lana." He turns my head back towards the table. "You choose the notebook you can go back to living your life in fear and delusion, then one day end up dead in a dumpster or," He brushes a strand of hair from my face, " You could pick up the gun and hunt your past which shall it be Lana?" I feel beads of sweat on my back and my anxiety prickling through my skin. I have to choose, here and now. I extend my hand and pick my choice.