Miss Not So Sidekick Novels & Stories

Matt said, mockingly, obviously playing around with his best friend. Mike smacked him in the chest, causing Matt to throw his hands up, curled into fists. "Come on fucker, hadn't had a good tickling in a good long while," he said, dancing around for a few seconds like a boxer. "Wanna try and give me one?" "You two are such idiots." said Missy, his older sister from behind him, shaking her head. She was three years older than Matt and Mike, and favored her brother more than most girls. Smiling, she side stepped Matt, and gave Mike a quick hug.

He set his black leather briefcase down on the small table by the wall and came closer, reaching his hands out and clasping Missy’s small fingers into his own. “Missy?” “Oh, yeah, everything’s just fine,” Missy replied anxious to direct his attention elsewhere. She didn’t want him seeing her looking at him that way, but she couldn’t help but think about him with Alicia. Perhaps she was making far more out of it than it actually was. She sucked in her breath, angry at herself for becoming her Mother. She wanted to be anything but her. “Did you have a good meeting?” Missy asked, daring to look up at Matt who was still standing in front her, holding her hands tightly.

“You’ll never stop being Sebastian’s little sidekick, will you?” “Being a sidekick feels much better than being the incompetent failure that you are,” Edwin scoffed. Kourtney watched as both men went head to head with scornful words flying around. She didn’t ask for any of this drama. She only wanted to come here and cry, then probably inhale the fresh scent of blooming roses till she felt satisfied. What was this evening turning into?

She was shivering a bit from the cold and looked from Mason to me before muttering, “Isn’t that the guy you told me to stay away from?” I nodded. “Yeah. Sid Paul. He’s not a good guy.” Sid took a couple of steps forward, moving from the rear end of the Mustang to stop at the driver’s side door. Mason stood at the front of the car with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like the last person I would want to pick a fight with. But Sid was crazy. Always had been. And he had Mark Denning at his right side, hovering over his shoulder like any respectable villain’s henchman. Had I not known how mean Sid really was, I might have found the whole thing comical.

Jack glanced around; no one paid her any attention. “They never did like you,” he reminded gently. “Oh, right.” She shrugged, but determination sparked behind her smile. “Don’t worry—everything changes today. You’re my only sidekick now.” Jack blinked. “Sidekick?” Liliana merely smiled wider, a dozen schemes already unfolding in her mind. ******* LMCD22

Thank God. It's still early, but I'm sick of father's attitude toward this whole mating thing. I get that he wants me to mate someone successful, but I should have a choice. I am the one who has to spend the rest of my life in his presence after all. It's not a long walk before I make it to Missy's. I had dumped my dress there earlier, so no matter what, father had to let me go. Missy is a good friend. She helped me out back in High School, and even though she doesn't know me like Landon does, she's still super cool and easy to talk with.

"Richest family, my foot! Get your team together and head to the meeting room. If we screw up the bid in two weeks, your entire tech department can pack up and get out!" With that, Mr. Lane shrank back and scurried off to round up his people. … I had no idea what kind of deep, soul-baring conversation Violet had with Cody behind closed doors, but for the next three days, he stopped staging those tragic "please leave my girlfriend" performances in front of me. Instead, he started showing up at the office every single day like some kind of NPC, respawning at fixed points and going around giving everyone pep talks. "You've got this, Terry! You're the best!

His ever frowning and stoic expressions were replaced with little smiles from time to time but his cockiness was something that could never be replaced. She didn’t create a new version of him, but showed him that everyone was entitled to be happy and he didn’t have to make everyone around him walk on ice. With time, his soft sides were brought to life and he often wondered how she was able to bring the best out of him by just staying next to him. But now she wasn’t there to remind him anymore that he could be happy as life goes on.

I heard Kiara's voice. “Oh, don’t act confused,” the second one, Sasha said, stepping slightly closer. “This thing you are trying to pull off, is not really appreciated in our territory.” Her eyes flicked to Kiara’s dress. She chuckled. “Who are you trying to impress?” My hands curled into a fist. Kiara’s voice lowered. “I’m just here to enjoy the party.” Clarissa raised a brow. “Enjoy? Or embarrass yourself?” “I know.” Sahsa choked in, “She's definitely here to embarrass herself, why don't we help?” She grabbed a glass from one of the students, and before I could blink, she splashed it on Kiara, ruining her dress.

"If you like her that much, she's all yours." "You!" Christina snapped. Biting her lip, she deflated and said helplessly, "Fine. I know what you're thinking. I'll minimize my contact with Adrian, and I'll even transfer him to another position. Is that enough?" Adrian's eyes flew open in protest. "Chrissy, I just want to stay by your side!" I curled my lips into a smile, took out my phone, and opened Adrian's social media feed. "Exactly. You and Adrian have so many precious memories together. Are you really willing to give that up?"