Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

He was flanked by two other board members, their expressions ranging from skeptical to hostile. "Dylan, my boy. A fiancée?" Mike's voice boomed, loud enough to draw discreet attention. He barely glanced at Anna, addressing Dylan as if she were a piece of furniture he’d just purchased. "You've been mighty quiet about this. After the recent... misunderstandings with the media, this is certainly a strategic pivot." Anna felt Dylan’s muscles tense beneath her hand. The BPD, she thought, was always looking for a threat, always preparing for betrayal. A normal person would feel annoyance; Dylan felt imminent catastrophe.

All because of one mistake I didn't even do. Now, all I have left is myself. I became a bitch, a slut as most call it. A whore who sells herself for drugs to keep me sane. The Mansion I once lived now turned into a sewage-like place. Nothing but scraps on the table, waking up every day and feeling the same. Asking myself over and over, "When did my life become such a mess?". The beauty men once adored is now slowly fading.

I immediately texted Manang to let her know that I was fine and opened the group chat with my friend. Zarivillina: She’s not replying to my messages! MAlonzo: Omy! maybe something happened to her? Zarivillina: You’re overthinking again,Mitch. MAlonzo: I'm not overthinking! She’s not replying too to my call. Riahlopez: Stop it, She will reply if she wants to. They still have more conversation and their topic is me Mitch was Overreacting and Zari in being hot-headed which always interrupted Mitch and Riah was just too calm. Confident that I am in good place.

Or, possibly her anticipation of what was to come? Her pale yellow slippers, adorned with rows of multicolored beading blended to create a beautiful peacock, provided a flimsy walk. Their delicate constitution was certainly no match for the thick muck coating the final stretch of the dark, dank alley. Elizabeth heaved a sigh. She had almost maneuvered her way through the perilous debris permeating her path without a mishap. She was so near. Now, she would be presented to the good Doctor Jameson with the all too questionable and unpleasantly thick goo coating a great deal of her slippers.

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✍️

Everyone in my family knew me as a tattletale. I had one simple rule in life—I refused to endure even the tiniest bit of unfairness. When I was three, my uncle sneaked a slice of my apple pie. That night, I marched straight to my grandpa's bedside, burst into tears, and told him exactly what had happened. The next morning, my uncle ended up getting whacked by Grandpa with his cane, under the excuse that he had left the house without saying goodbye. By the time I was eight, I had learned that Christmas was another excellent opportunity to report suspicious behavior. When my cousin secretly stuffed all the presents into the cabinet, I immediately went to my aunt and whispered the whole stor

“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!

“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.