Miss Trouble Novels & Stories

Finally, he sent a text message. Eric: [Hazel, I'm sorry. Will you come back?] I did not reply. Some mistakes could not be fixed with just an apology. The pain of twenty years of neglect, the trauma of the birthday party fire, and the betrayal by my father to satisfy his illegitimate daughter's desires were memories that had deeply scarred me, impossible to erase with just an apology. I erased the text message, set my phone aside, and shifted my gaze towards the living room. Andre was sitting on the carpet, with my son on his lap, earnestly telling him a story. "Then the big bad wolf howled and fell off the bridge!"

He asked. "They want us to come back to Texas." I told him with a smile. "Yeah, we'll get married and have children." I chuckled softly. "How many children do you want?" I asked him with a smirk. He gave me a funny look. "Maybe fifty children would do." I laughed and the doctor walked in. He looked at me and checked Brody's vitals. "I'm really sorry but I mistakenly gave you the wrong medical report. There's absolutely nothing wrong with Brody and he doesn't have kidney failure. I'm sorry for making you scared." He apologized and I heaved a sigh of relief.

She nods, opens her mouth, shuts it and then swallows with a sad shake of her head. "What has been happening? Is it bad? I need to know so that when anything pours out there on the internet, I can find a way to shut it up." I nod. She needs to know anyways. "Well, right before Ramadan, you know he got married again." I begin and she nods. "We have been having problems before then, monies going missing and things like that. You get." She nods again with another deep sigh. "Has he been hitting you, Labeebah Sheriff?" I sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Innalilah!" She screamed with her hands on her head.

Fuck. He was in so much trouble with her. Miracle kept her distance on the boat ride, but Marissa was borderline humping his leg much to the un-amusement of her date. Vincent was watching her with a face that just yelled “Tramp” at her. Poor guy should have realized this would happen, there was a reason all their trips had a “No Marissa” rule and he had stupidly broken it. She was like a dog on heat whenever she got within a fifty-mile radius of Jake, had been for years.

Misaki quickly hugged Monica's leg and looked at him with tears since she was being ignored. Misaki looked at Monica, who was looking at her with an expressionless expression, and knew that she was wrong so she quickly said, "I am sorry! I.. I just want to play around! I.. I don't intend to cause you trouble!" She knew that he was angry since she tried to give him trouble. "Really? But I feel that you're trying to give me trouble, right?"

"Tina." The room erupted. Audible gasps filled the air, followed by a violent surge of movement. And then, the heavy double doors at the back of the hall burst open. "MARISSA!" Tristan was charging down the aisle, his hair disheveled, looking like a man who had finally seen the end of his own world. The reporters turned on him like a pack of wolves, shoving microphones into his face, screaming questions about the miscarriage and the mistress. "Marissa, listen to me!" he yelled, fighting through the crush.

"So you mean I should be your wife and carry a child for you, just to save myself...I am sorry but your help is not needed" What does he think of himself? Do I look that pathetic to him that I would agree to his stupid contract? When he didn't speak , I decided to open my mouth again "you think I am desperate to fall into your trap? What's the catch Mr. no one?" A small smile, was there on his lips, I swear I saw it before it vanished. "You must accept your reality Miss Moore, you are desperate for a stable life and I am here to provide you. We can both help each other"

Now I realized love wasn't something one could force, no matter how much they gave. His heart was a stone, impossible to melt. ... When I dragged myself home, weak from the miscarriage, Milo lounged on the sofa with a newspaper. "Give me a massage," he said, not looking up. I ignored him, sinking onto the sofa to rest. He rubbed his forehead, annoyed. "I'm sorry, okay? Last night was Jessica's birthday. I couldn't ruin her day. I'm beat. Can you just be reasonable for once?" I used to feel bad about how hard he worked, so I learned massage to ease his tension. Every evening, I'd massage his shoulders and do everything else to make him comfortable.

“Tatiana, we’re still eating!” Trisha nearly spat into her wine. “Please. I just swallowed cheese. Don’t talk about ‘trying again’ with food in my mouth.” Clara raised a hand. “We need a brain bleach.” I chuckled, dabbing the corner of my mouth with a napkin. “But seriously… Mischa feels like she belongs to everyone but her parents.” “She’s a free agent,” Igor said casually, slicing his bread and handing pieces to both Max and Mischa. “I get the first piece!” Max shouted.

She tapped her glass, “I need another.” “Misha, you probably shouldn't,” Ana advises. Misha waves her off, “Oh, I so should because I'm the one that caught my boyfriend fucking the waitstaff in the bathroom. If that's not a reason to get trashed, nothing is!” Ana shakes her head, “Not to get trashed, but it is a reason to celebrate hard. You know I'm right!” Then I hear Misha's thoughts. ‘If it's too good to be true, it is. He's trouble.’ Is she referring to Justin or me? I need to find out. “Well, nobody is perfect, but it certainly doesn't excuse him for what he did.”