Mischief Madness Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about?" Juniper asked, confused. She was initially startled, then gently looped an arm around Lucas'. "Come on, Lucas. You're not seeing this right. How could I have misled you guys? I know I was wrong earlier, but there must be a misunderstanding—" Lucas shook her off without hesitation, glaring at her as she fell to the ground. "You think we're all idiots? Do you get a kick out of playing everyone like fools? Huh?"

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

— Mishka — This gig was going FUBAR. Make it Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition or Fucked Up By Assholes in the Rear, both would work just fine. I’m used to SNAFU, but even I have my limits. We were supposed to sneak in there, quietly, get the merchandise, and get out. This is a freaking packhouse. No one is stupid enough to start a fight right inside a packhouse. Oh, how wrong was I. Such stupidity exists, and it never comes alone.

It makes me go blind Cut me deep, the secrets and lies Storm in the quiet Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Feel the fury closing in All resistance wearing thin Nowhere to run from all of this havoc Nowhere to hide From all of this madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Feel the fury closing in All resistance wearing thin Nowhere to run from all of this havoc Nowhere to hide From all of this madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Nowhere to run (Ooh, ooh, ooh) There's nowhere to hide This is madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness

She's about to call Elyra out on her staring, but then a classmate's name caught both of their attention. "Alexandria Mystikov." The girl — guy? — person has a cat-like grin on their lips, their hair is a messy mop of black. They're wearing the academy's trousers and tie for boys, but their shirt suggested that they're not flat. Mr. Zallik paused a bit at the introduction. Anybody would. The Mystikov family has been around for decades, and saying their name sparks controversies. Just being related to the family is enough to get anyone out of trouble with the law.

I was aiming for a headshot but I don't know where I shot Paul,this is really frustrating but I was intrigued as well. I never knew this was how wonderful it felt to be so free to do whatever I pleased. Ruining around in circles won't help me one bit,I needed to get into that house because no matter how much I enjoyed this trill ,I didn't have the strength of a thousand men and I am already exhausted from the trip to Aunt Laura's,how I am functioning is a mystery to me. When the mind wants to have fun when the body is tired the mind must have fun. Besides, if I waited any longer and didn't call the police, they might suspect that I actually enjoyed this and I don't want them thinking that it

“That villa is in Bluewater Bay, isn’t it? I heard one of those costs over thirty million dollars!” “And that car is a limited-edition Porsche Cayenne! It’s the rich people’s favorite toy. How did Sadie get this lucky?” Among the crowd, only Cassie Bennett kept her head lowered in silence, her expression dark and unreadable. Just as I reached out to accept the gifts, she suddenly rushed forward and slapped my hand away.

Lefty said, opening the door while Righty slapped my ass. I walked down the corridor until I found the room labeled “Contendah” and I knocked. “Who is it?” A voice, Contendah's voice, asked loudly. “Snowbunny delivery, courtesy of Shiloh Cash and the Court of Spades.” I said, remembering what Shiloh had told me. The door was flung open suddenly, I saw them. Contendah, T1-milli, and Muggy Mike. Dat Krew, all in the flesh. They stared at me silently for just a moment, looking me up and down, assessing every inch of my body.

His shirt was still smeared with flour, and there was a comical stain of chocolate on his forehead. “That’s cheating, you can’t leave work early today!” He pretended to be upset, though the amusement in his eyes was clear as day, “I almost couldn’t make it in time…” Anise stood frozen in the doorway and dropped the sunflowers along with the bag of groceries on the floor. The cake was oddly misshapen, the frosting was rather jagged, and the strawberries were sliced unevenly. [Anise, 28 years old] was scrawled crookedly using blueberry jam.

If I can escape… my baby will be my own and I will be free. Anna looks up at me, nervous, “Chloe, no one thinks you’re crazy.” That’s a lie. “Think about what happened this morning,” Tom says. Anna looks at him and says, “what happened this morning?” This must have been what Tom wanted. Now he gets to shake his head and give her a saddened look, as if I did anything unhinged or heartbreaking this morning. “I already told you I didn’t do it!” I snap at him, “Anna—”