Mischief Madness Novels & Stories

* Betsy could no longer hold back her anger. Valerie clutched at her cheek in shock. I sneered. “Mom only has one son and he’s married to me. What makes you think he’ll just give an apartment away to you? “Do your fans know how shameless you really are behind the scenes, Valerie?” Valerie was furious and looked ready to fight. Betsy and I struggled with her, but in the chaos, I lost my balance and toppled backward, tumbling over the railing! “Naomi!”

If everyone in the cartel saw me now, they'd be happy that at last the man who had no heart apparently had one. So I dedicated my energy to something much more productive or, rather, to something I had been considering for a while. There are times when the beast becomes so noisy, I have no choice but to let it and its demonic minions out to play. Sometimes, just disrupting other people's lives is enough. Other times, it is not enough and there must be an act of anarchy. Perhaps arson here, vandalism there, and burying the seeds of chaos everywhere. At this moment, however, my beast is not in the mood for petty crime. It's not about satisfying its urges and sending it back into hibernation.

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.

Using her fingerprint, he unlocked the phone and quickly opened her messaging app. The latest chat records came into view with a tap. Mackie: "Hey, babe. Those three idiots have already locked that bitch in the greenhouse." Katie: "You're amazing! They never suspected you?" Mackie: "Suspect me? Ha, those three fools only feel sorry for me. A few tears, and they'd hand me their hearts. Bianca is powerless against me." Katie: "What about your graduation thesis?"

By the time I left Ruelle's apartment, my phone had become a dangerous object. Not because it was about to explode. Although, honestly, that was beginning to feel possible. It had been buzzing almost continuously since I posted my first sarcastic response to the internet's latest theory about my marriage. Apparently, telling strangers that I had not married Ethan Bramhall for his money because I had "excellent taste in men and unfortunately he wasn't it" had been considered entertaining. Very entertaining.

Mish was driving crazily, she followed any road that car turned to. She broke several traffic rules without care. The only words replaying in her head were “Your father has an affair with your Aunt Carol! Your father has an affair with your Aunt Carol!” She only stepped on the brakes when she saw the fourteen falls at a distance. She opened the car door and alighted. Mish exhaled deeply, she felt the fresh hair emanating from the falls. The next thing, she screamed on top of her voice as she cursed everything.

I texted my best friend Melanie , the only person who knew about the affair, begging for her to come over. I need you, it's urgent. -- Cal Within 20 minutes she was tapping on my door without breaks in between her knocks. I hesitatingly opened the door to find her standing there with DVD's, and unforseen amounts of chocolate and peanut butter. "Saddle up girlfriend, I've got everything needed to cure a heartbreak. Romantic comedies and sweets," she welcomed herself in settling the contents in her arms on the countertop.

SURREAL. Having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre, dreamlike, or fantastic; seemingly detached from reality. Anna’s life had fractured into two distinct realities: the private, intense, and ethically questionable relationship with Dylan, and the public, professional role as the director’s "girlfriend." Returning to work, she found herself inhabiting a dreamlike world where her identity as a dedicated doctor was now overshadowed by her celebrity status, making every interaction feel bizarre and detached from the professional life she once knew.

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.

"What did you do to my body? Swap us back!" Julia laughed, covering her mouth. "Why would I? Your body works just fine for me! Aren't you still fooling around with Norman anyway? How does it feel to be a homewrecker?" She looked at me with a mocking grin. I lost it and shoved her aside. Julia stumbled, and her hand hit the side of a pot of boiling soup. A big blister instantly appeared on her hand. Julia screamed, "Ah…! My hand! It hurts!"