Miss Trouble Novels & Stories

the councilman Ruben agreed. Ruben addressed the crowd, oblivious to the squabbling between the Alphas. "Even though I despise people who break the rules, this circumstance is different, and it would be silly to drag this trial about this unsanctioned mating." "True," Marcus nodded, "Now that we know that the Silver moon Alpha wants Rosalie Murdoch as his mistress, even though he is already mated with Grace Anderson. It would make the Anderson pack angry.” "Indeed, and they may strike back. We can all count ourselves fortunate that they have already returned to their land." Ruben jested.

I quickly kissed the note and held it on my chest as I danced around the room as if I had won the lottery. I glanced at the note again and continued laughing while reminiscing about our intense night together. Oliver is honestly driving me insane. My joy was short-lived when I saw The Witch on my caller ID. "Hello, Ma'am" "Charmaine, you will be interviewing Mrs. Baker today." "Oh, ok, ma'am," I replied unenthusiastic, and the line went dead. "Ahhhh, I'm so dead," I screamed out, falling into the bed. Tanner is the bane of my existence; she just spoiled my romantic morning with her stupid suicidal interview.

Mae added. "Miss Strauss has been under a lot of stress lately. There is the divorce and finding out Mister Cash had an affair with her best friend. Then, she also discovered that the primary reason for her infertility was the malpractice at Serenity Fertility Clinic. Yet, her inability to conceive a child may have caused her failed marriage. You can only imagine the anxiety Miss Strauss is experiencing right now," Mae described.

I held two fingers up in the waiter's direction signaling for a refill, "Pour me up Jeremy, it's been a long night." He rushed over to my aide refilling my glass and motioning it towards me, "Sorry Mr. Monroe, but after this I'll have to cut you off. We are shutting down in an hour. Are you having problems at home?" Jeremy was a regular, almost as regular as I was. He was always the waiter on nights I would come in, and he always attempted at small conversation. I shook my head in denial, "No, no problems. The late nights are just getting to me, this is the only place I feel comfortable enough to wind down."

The least I could do was keep her out of this mess with Stacey. “It’s me.” I didn’t even greet Reese. “You don’t call from unknown numbers, Mak. What’s going on?” Reese’s voice instantly switched to concern as she recognized my voice. “I know. I ran into complications.” I explained in the most vague way possible. “Complications? Makayla,” she had said, her voice firm but shaken. “Are you hurt?” “I’m fine.” I tried to reassure her.

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

"Finally, I told her, please Missy. Please tell me what I can do to make this right. She was quiet for a long time, but then she said that she was going to regret what happened to us for the rest of her life and that she would never see me again. She told me that she wished I was dead, so that she didn't have to lose her parents too." Mike had been floored. "How the fuck could she say something like that to you?" Matt looked at Mike sheepishly for a second. "You fucked someone else, didn't you." Matt smiled weakly and shrugged. "I fucked up," he said, and downed more of his beer. "That was about 9 months ago. None of us know where she is, or even if she's alive. Missy must have told Mom and

They were supposed to be at the airport. Inside the office, Adrian was holding Christina's hand. He said, pouting slightly, "This is all my fault. I got so excited thinking about going on a trip with you that I couldn't sleep last night, and I forgot to print the contract. I'm sorry for holding you up, Christina." Christina didn't pull away from his touch at all and laughed off his apology. "It's no big deal. Do I really look like such an unreasonable boss?" I lowered my gaze, knocked on the door, and pushed it open.

Mavis was just behind him, her usual tidy appearance perfectly in place, except for a single strand of wiry blonde hair. Had they been having sex in my penthouse? “Ah…um…Ari,” Misha stumbled, his cheeks suddenly red. “Mavis and I are working on a new deal for our West Coast distribution lines,” he explained in crisp, quick words. “We’re taking off tonight so that we can do a bit of reconnaissance and...” He looked at me expectantly, his eyes nervously pinched and his breath held as he waited for a response. But I didn’t give him one. I didn’t care enough to do so.

“You are normal, Nick. I just think you’re still traumatised by that incident and haven’t let go of the guilt you keep feeling” “Do you think I’ll ever be able to return to my old self?” He asks “Yes. With time,” Anna answers with a bright smile to lighten up the mood. Suddenly, there was a growling sound and immediately Anna and Nick’s eyes snapped at each other. She was praying deep down that her stomach wasn’t the source of such noise. Seeing Nick have a timid smile on his face just eases her fears. “Sorry, I didn't have breakfast before coming,” He says, avoiding eye contact with her. He couldn’t hide the embarrassment in his eyes.