Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

I pat myself on the back, the acting was superb. "Don't sit there acting stupid Labeebah. You transferred all that money, even cancelled the account. Why kind of human does that? Ehn? Tell me. How am I supposed to pay for the wedding when you take all the money." I don't say a word, I just keep scooping the chocolatey goodness into the spoon and into my mouth next.

He ended his beautiful speech smiling tearfully. "Merry Christmas Dad." "Merry Christmas grandad." ********* Is okay to make a mistake, but us not okay when you don't learn from it✍️

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

“You are stupid and dumb” Max shouted at his Strategy manager. He had just returned from Ara’s school to hear that one of Zach’s secretaries who had been helping them sabotage Zach’s business have been arrested and that the police had called in his strategy manager in for questioning. “You were not supposed to be caught, you moron. You are useless. You were set up by a fucking woman and caught. Just a simple task, a simple freaking task and you couldn’t fulfill it. Fool,” he screamed throwing the files on his table at him.

"Anyone who bullies Hazel Sweeney again, I'll break their neck!" Everyone was stunned. I only felt irony; it was just another farce of someone betting with others to win me over. When he gave me priceless jewelry, I did not even bother opening the box; I simply donated it, saying I had plenty of such things. The next day, he sent even rarer, more expensive pieces. He took me to a Mafia family dinner, yet I showed up in a bikini. When someone mocked me for being unruly and dressed like a prostitute, he immediately canceled his partnerships with those companies and acquired them!

The manager said the last line, taking a file from his desk and listening to it Ansh looked at him in shock . " Sir but listen to me please, it all happened by mistake . I did nothing intentionally please sir try to understand please sir ." Ansh tried to explain but the manager's temper was so high that he just shouted back saying " What I will understand hmm , now you will tell me what I should understand or not and now if you say another word I will.

“Trisha, what kind of mess are you making here?” The manager even seemed to see a ghost when he met the newcomer. He met him because of an event held last month. And how could he not be nervous? The newcomer knew the woman they were targeting. The aura of Trisha’s face that faced her cousin was still dark. “They’re so mean! They’re accusing me of being a thief!” “What?” Tristan looked around at the people there in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he asked the manager. “Sir, there was just a misunderstanding,” the manager explained nervously.

"Core is fried. Drives are physically damaged. The data's gone. All of it." Martin's legs gave out. He collapsed onto the floor, mumbling, "Gone… It's all gone…" The launch was an obvious failure. Not only was funding out of the picture, but the penalty clauses would also hit hard. The company was doomed. "Police! Over here!" A commotion erupted at the entrance. Martin suddenly snapped upright like he had been electrocuted. He pointed at me and shouted, "Officer, it's her! She sabotaged my company's servers and caused the business to collapse! Arrest her!"

Trash. Was she regretting it? Regretting stealing my life? "It is hilarious." I laughed under my breath. "Trying to hustle a hustler? Cute. Better deal with that pregnancy before your belly rats you out." "Hannah Hart! I'll destroy you! I'll marry into Northport's elite! You'll always be beneath me!" She looked completely unhinged. "Fine. We'll see." I was leaving when I heard Lindsay lay into her. Sweet voice, poison words—if she didn't get her way, no one was nastier than Lindsay.

Since when did I begin to take the suggestions of a man who looked like he was always five minutes away from starting a fire? Since the day I found out he was my mate, I guess. I found myself replying in my head. Beginning of a bad joke. I began to think of bright ideas on how to get out of this beautiful—terrible, rather—mess I’d gotten myself into when a light rustle came from the tent flap. Company! I panicked, my muscles tensing. We have company! Someone would see this and tell other people who would get the wrong idea. The idea of everything set panic down my spine.