Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

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.

That is how I've always handled things that matter too much - by pretending they don't matter at all. That is the architecture of how I handle it. That is also what Silver heard through a corridor wall. And what Bianca Mitchelle apparently decided to redistribute across a ballroom, which is information I did not have until thirty seconds ago and which has the specific quality of a mistake compounding itself beyond the original damage. Like a crack in ice spreading outward, each branch making the surface more unstable. I said it to protect her from worse. That is also true.

— 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.

"What’s going on with the trending topic?" The manager gulped and hastily spoke up. "It’s not related to our company. Damian is from Sunshine Entertainment, and he’s... difficult. He’s unruly and doesn’t follow orders. He has a reputation for frequenting bars, and frankly, he’s a liability. We should just terminate his contract. It’s not worth the trouble trying to clean up his mess." My eyes were still glued to the comments on the screen, and the manager continued nervously, trying to salvage the situation.

What if this person was planning to hurt someone? The man looked completely confused. “What are you talking about?” He took a step toward her. Mia immediately shrieked, “Stop! One more step and I’m calling the cops! What are you trying to sabotage?” The man paused, then let out a long sigh. “Miss, I’m just here for the party. I heard there’s a really famous Emotional Release Center on Pine Mist Island, so I came to check it out. I didn’t think I’d get lost.”

I had to replan my strategy because I don't know what happened because my phone refused to turn on and the only way to call someone is if I get inside because I searched Felix and he wasn't with a phone. This has been the longest night of my life,I spat out the blood that had gathered in my mouth,Felix really gave me a good beating but he made a mistake by not putting a bullet in my head the moment he saw he,he was underestimating me and laughing at his friends,such a fool his fate was worse than theirs. Now that I have been beaten to this extent I have nothing to worry about since the police would see that I was trying to protect myself. It was just self defense.

And I’m about to have a little fun and take a few names while I’m at it. Colin hands me a full mug of bubbly yellow awfulness and raises his in the air. It hovers in the space centered on the three of us. “Here’s to fighting crime.” We all touch glasses. Someone’s beer sloshes out onto my hand. “Here’s to keeping your asses out of trouble,” says Mick. “And not out of Colin’s dumb ass, but actual trouble … the kind people go to jail for.” He glares at me. “Here’s to making things right,” I say, refusing to acknowledge his bad

he snickered. And tossed the man towards them, he crashed into a few workers, and they all tumbled to the ground. “Now, all of you get lost!” Miles roared, they tucked their tails in betwixt their legs and fled in panic. Twenty minutes later, the stadium was emptied, Miles looked at the manager “there is no need for you to worry about the preparation, I will handle it myself” The manager didn't argue, he knew he has failed because of Pretty, Sneaky and Miles returned to the company.

“Maybe I don’t have as much experience at saving my people as a royal prick like you, but I’m a Wolve Winner — the last of my kind — and I’ll protect my pack and the supernatural world.” Mischief nodded. “I rather think that you will.” Then he plunged to the next bookcase, which wobbled dangerously. “How did Siobhanny sabotage us? Let’s see,” Mischief’s feathers bristled, as he counted out the ways on his fingers, “books disappearing, bookcases attempting to squash me, sudden floods…” “That time all my pencils danced the tango, when writing Mischief Stinks,” Anthony offered. I snorted with laughter, as much at Mischief’s sniff of disdain, as at Siobhanny’s antics. I’d have loved to have seen

He traveled all over the country, courtroom after courtroom. I was working for a marketing company as an office assistant, a company that was slowly flushing down the toilet. Regretfully I was working the day my superior needed files delivered to Monroe and Sons Law Firm, Stefan's place of employment. "I'll carry the files to the firm during my lunch break Mitchell," I retrieved the files from his hands gracefully, though I was dreading taking the time out to do so.