Mischief Strain Novels & Stories

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

My phone incessantly buzzed as I retreated from the bustling mass. Although I had no desire to be associated with her baffling and inexplicable vanishing, I struggled to come up with a more effective method to divert suspicion away from myself. It occurred to Alex, Maurice, and Jackson that we could orchestrate a scenario where I would be attacked and hit on the head, subsequently becoming her companion and embarking on a casual stroll to dispel any doubts. Surprisingly, this plan turned out to be even more foolproof than the previous one. I couldn't help but grin as I closed the phone. "Perfect." The pieces were finally falling into place, and I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside

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.