Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

"So you're the famous journalist who goes around snooping out for information from celebrities, huh?" "Y..yes," I managed to utter. Apart from being the man I am going to be interviewing, no one knew he's the reason I've been getting wet dreams almost every night for the past five years. "Who do we have here, brother?" I quickly turned my gaze to the direction of the person who had just spoken, only to be met by three other guys, who looked exactly like the man in front of me. Rumour has it that he lived many lives, and that is exactly what I came to find out, but seeing these three other men looking like another him, I became confused to the point my knee suddenly gave up, instantly. "Hey, hold it in, pretty boy, we won't bite." One of them said, wrapping his arm around my waist just when I was about to fall to the ground. "E.. excuse me, w..who are you?" I asked while staring at all four of them. "You mean, I, or the four of us?" Turstin asked in a deep husky voice. "I think he's confused!" The one holding me said allowed. "Well, we are the Barclay brothers, pretty boy, and my name is Thale," the one holding me said. "Since you want to interview Turstin, we can make you the most famous journalist for free, by letting you interview the four of us," the one standing beside Turstin said. "But that comes with a price, Pretty boy." I took a quick glance at the last one who seemed like he was the youngest of all four. Gael has a secret, and so does the Barclay brothers. What will happen when these secrets find their way out in the open?

When you have status in a wolf pack then your life is set. You have privilege, you have pretty much everything you can ask for. I used to have that. Until my father, the head warrior, died protecting the Alpha and then all of a sudden we were nothing to the top pack leaders. That was 5 years ago now. I still wonder how my mother managed to live through the death of her mate. She’s the strongest woman I know. Especially after having our house taken off of us, our car, our entire life taken away. When I got to school, I was pretty soaked from the rain and I went inside and went straight to my locker. I could hear a bunch of kids coming down the hallway towards me, and I turned my head slightly to look at them. They were friends that I used to have, and friends that I always refused to have because they were spoiled assholes. One of the guys that was closest to me elbowed me and shoved me into the locker and the rest of his friends started laughing. “Dickhead.” I yelled. And they all stopped. But he slowly turned around to look at me. “What did you just say, trash?” He asked. “You heard me.” I said, turning to face him head on. “I outrank you bitch. You don’t walk away from me. Never forget that.” He yelled. “Fine.” I said, without changing my facial expression at all. So he relaxed a little and pulled back away from me to look at his friends. But then one of his friends yelled at him to look out and when he turned back around to look at me, I punched him straight in the nose.

"You are mine!" He said with his dominating voice holding my neck, he was choking me, I was frightened to the very core, shaking. "The moment I paid you that huge sum of money, you became an asset to me" he added "You can't back out now. It's too late" he said again, still holding me. "I'm not yours" I managed to say in a cracked voice. "I will never be yours" I replied with a cracked voice trying to breathe." "You are nothing, you are just a mere whore with nothing else but a standing pole, a hoe who spreads her legs for money and  that's all you will ever be. A stripping hoe!" he said, tears rolled down from my cheeks as I began to cry. "If you try to break the deal we have by revealing it to an outsider, you will be dead! And come to think about it, who would believe the words that come from a stripping hoe like yourself? No one, no one will ever believe you! Because you know what you are? A complete Street whore. That's exactly what you are and what you will ever be." "If I'm a complete whore to you. Why did you choose me?" "Because you are nobody. I don't want my family digging into your profile and finding something, so I chose you. You were the perfect match that fit into all of this charade" he said intuitively. "I don't want to do this anymore,  I will wire you back your money first thing tomorrow morning" I said, trying to leave. He drags my hand vigorously. I was scared to the very core, shaking like a drenched rat. "You don't seem to understand the concept of our agreement, you don't seem to understand, Khloe"

“Tell me you hate me,” Mikhail whispered, aggressively pressing the side of my face against his expensive wooden table. I inhaled sharply, fighting back the moan in my throat. “I…” I wanted to force the words out, because I did. I hated him with every fiber of my being, with every drop of the blood in my veins. At the same time, I didn't. I had never put a label on the other thing I felt for him. He would never feel the same, and he would scorn me. “Say it, Marlowe. Say you hate me.” He dared, thrusting hard into me and stealing my breath. “Oh my God,” I cried out, pushing my ass backwards to meet his thrusts despite myself. “You can't say it, can you?” He laughed scornfully. “I… hate you.” I managed, inhaling sharply. He tugged my hair, fucking me harder. “No, you don't.” I couldn't argue, because an earth shattering orgasm snuck up on me and blinded my thoughts. When I recovered, I realized he was not completely wrong. *** *** *** Marlowe had a simple, happy life up until her late teens when she was about to go to college. Her father was murdered in cold blood and her mother fell apart. She was left to take care of herself and her mother, and all her dreams were shattered. She is kidnapped and sold to someone she once knew and was in love with. Mikhail Romanov. He is an entirely different person now. But Marlowe is an angel and she can melt the hardest of hearts. They fall in love with each other, but with this romance comes a revelation of secrets that shatter Marlowe and all that's left of her is a woman that is filled with hatred and anger, and desperate for revenge.

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.

Scarlett; Minutes after I had given birth to his kids, he walked into the ward and announced our divorce, claiming that I betrayed him. Accused of infidelity, I was heartbroken when he chose to disbelieve me even when it was obvious that I was framed. Despite giving birth to his twins, I was forced to part with one of my children. As if that wasn't enough, even my own family discarded me, revealing that I was adopted. In a state of irreparable heartbreak, I managed to flee to New York with my remaining child, eager to start afresh. But that decision I made changed my life forever. I uncovered my true heritage and it turns out I'm a part of Hollywood royalty, a celebrity heiress with a legacy of stardom. One stunning twist threw everything off balance. I crossed paths with Ethan once again and this time around, he's desperate to correct all his wrongs. But can I ever forgive him? Ethan: Despite our marriage being arranged, I've grown to love Scarlett. I've come to develop feelings for her, but she ended up betraying me. I divorced her and took my son away from her but I regret my actions. I searched the entire city for her but my efforts to find her were futile. My son was desperately sick and needed a maternal figure. With no other option, I had to agree to Jasmine's proposal so we could provide the parental support he needed. Just as I thought she'd vanished from my life forever, she walked into that event, and the revelation of her true identity left me stunned – a famous celebrity and the long-lost heiress of the iconic Scott family. Now I want her back but will she ever forgive me? Or will I lose her forever?

*COMPLETED*Ariana Ferrer served as the King's Concubine assistant in the Arcadia Kingdom. Her parents sent her to work at the palace without celebrating her eighteenth birthday. They cast her out like she's not part of the family. One night, when Amaya, King Markus' concubine screamed in her bed and died when someone slashed her throat without mercy, they took Ariana from her room and force her to pledge herself as guilty for killing Amaya. King Markus agreed to kill her in the Kingdom hall outside the palace. Ariana did nothing but to prove her innocence to the King by begging him to set her free and Markus accepted and forgave her in just one condition. She would be his new partner in bed every night and Ariana accepted his offer even she's innocent about it. After one month of being the King's slave and concubine, the Kingdom of Arcadia had been attacked by the savage Rogues. Everyone weak got killed but Ariana managed to survive. King Markus died because of illness. After two months, Ariana found a guy named Arem and they fell in love and got married until one night, under the full moon, she found herself under the thick white fur of a wolf. She got scared and ran away from her husband. The scared She-wolf ran away from her said Kingdom and she was never been found until Anika Perez appeared in the present time. She's dominant and possessive you'll ever know as a Luna. She's stone-hearted until she met Argus Mateo, a man with a kind heart and willing to do anything just to tamed his found mate Anika. Will Ariana, a soft She-wolf be seen again from the past or will she forever be the duplicate luna of the modern time?

"Say you are mine, Aphrodite," he growled; his voice low and hoarse. His eyes were dark with anger and full of obsession. "No, you can't just tell me what to do. You have to ask me to be your girlfriend first. You can't just declare that you own me," I said, my voice rising. I watched as his eyes darkened to a stormy black, and he advanced on me like a predator cornering its prey. I stumbled backwards until my feet hit the edge of the bed, and I sat down hard. He loomed over me, his eyes burning with something I couldn't name. He gave a slow, satisfied smirk, seeing that I had nowhere to run to. "You've been mine since the first moment I laid eyes on you. Every part of you belongs to me, your body, your soul, your heart. I don't need to fuck you senseless to make you understand that, princess, or do I?” He bent down until his face was level with mine, his eyes boring into me. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks at his words, and the intensity of his gaze. Aphrodite parents gave her up for adoption immediately after she was born. She struggled to make ends meet, but finally managed to get a job at a company. One night after a long and tiring day at work, she and her friends went to a recently opened club. There, someone drugged her, and the drugs took effect. She had sex with the last person she would have expected. Tired of being used for his money by the women he has been dating, he decided he was done with dating. Thorne Rocco went to check on his new investment, a nightclub he had recently opened

“I will repeat myself that I, Alpha Oswald, make you, Carly Hayes, my concubine because you are my mate!” **** Over the years, Carly Hayes had been striving rather hard just to find a mate among the group of wolves flocking sheepishly around her, each with an enticing proposal. But true happiness eluded her: to have clocked 25 without being mated was indeed a quagmire— her quagmire. Even though her impeccable beauty had managed to compel men into any nightclub or social event she attended. She felt an emptiness in her for her mate, her wolf was getting restless and that made her more determined to find her mate. Along the story, her efforts drove her down to the eclipse pack house where she bowed before the ruthless Alpha Oswald, the cruelest of all alphas, for allegedly being accused of seducing a mated wolf. Alpha Oswald was a man of his word, a man who doesn't leave any stones untouched in getting whatever he wanted, the man any lady in the werewolf world would die for. He was rather shocked as his wolf called out ‘mate’ at just a gaze upon her stunning beauty. Alpha Oswald felt his guards unlocked as feelings grew in him for the unmated wolf before him, he made her his concubine whom he loved with all his heart but was not yet ready to confess his love before her. Their relationship sailed through as it kept blossoming as Nikita, the Luna of the eclipse pack stood as an obstacle to their love. Will Alpha Oswald later confess his love before her? If yes, how would Carly react to this? What will become of Nikita when she finds out about their love? What prevents Alpha Oswald from seeing his mate for many years? Find out in the book.