Mischief Strain Novels & Stories

I cut him off before he could continue to say the name of the girl who cheated on me. I never heard him say anything again and give me what I asked. He is the one who fill my glass and I made a quick drink before I ask for more. I really badly need to forget what I see even just tonight. I don’t think the bottle of Everclear will do it for me. “What happened, Duke? What do you mean, we’re over? Next month is your wedding—” “There is no wedding anymore. Fuck it!” I cut him off for the second time.

I creased my forehead. "It's the smell of the gas? I guess... " I sighed. "Your guess is wrong. It's the smell of- " "Sh*t! Agent 66, move! " When a guy came out of nowhere and tried to steal the painting from him. I got nervous quickly. Now, the puzzles in my mind got solved. Aren't they the one Freyia's talking to on the phone? Maybe. A moment later, many guys came too and start fighting us. And of course, we have no choice but to turned them down. I madly bit my lip when I saw a little scratch on my waist. Tsk. They're too many.