My Lovely Troublemaker Novels & Stories

Her ears felt hot and her jaw clenched as the waiter came and apologized to him for the disruption. Disruption? The child had asked for chocolate milk, for goodness’ sake, and the baby had merely cried. Of course she said nothing. Instead Lovely reached for her pot of tea as Mauro droned on about their plans for tonight—or rather, what he thought Lydia should wear. ‘Why don’t you speak to a stylist?’ ‘I think I can manage. I’ve been dressing myself since I was three,’ Lovely calmly informed him, and as she watched the amber fluid pour into her cup she knew—she just knew—that the stranger beside her was listening.

I teased, a grin spreading across my face. “You should commit a crime, even just a minor one, so they can lock you up again and we can spend eternity together,” her eyes sparkled with mischief. This woman was a handful. “Tempting offer, but I think I’ll pass,” I replied, setting her parcel down on the table. “Oh, I see someone cherishes their freedom a bit too much. Did you bring my favorite treat?” she asked eagerly. “Absolutely,” I said, handing over the package. She snatched it from my hands and plopped down in her chair.

◇DON POV◇ I don't know whether to be happy or sad, I wanna be happy as I got to know the truth about my lamb, I got the reason why my mom hated me, I met my real family, now the thing that saddens me is my lamb's condition her innocent smile and sweet giggles making me helpless, I made her to suffer, I hurted her like a best, still she was unwilling to leave me, I tortured her still she loved me

"You don't, apparently." "And Jay does?" "And I do." His lover let out an unladylike laugh. "I need to get drunk off campus once in a while, and I don't trust frat parties." "I..." Elyra's finger stopped tapping on the table. "I have no words for this. Look, I love both of you, but you two can't keep playing around like two moths dancing around a lamp." Moths to a flame? That's the right metaphor? But, this is Elyra, so they have given up on her habits long ago.

Delmar replied. Brisa’s brows furrowed. “Our problem? I do not know what you mean. If anyone should be angry, it should be me. Because you broke your promise to help me do my wedding preparations. What kind of friend are you?" "That's because I don't like you getting married." "Del, please. You know how much I love Juan. Juan was my first love and my first boyfriend. And finally, he can be my husband too. This is really my big dream that will come true.”

Maybe I should run away more often, don’t you think? Jk, but I needed to figure out a way to keep these good people happy always, while making sure the cruel ones paid for their sins. I stood up. Yeah! I stood up from my chair and stared directly at that one table, into that one desperately blue eyes. Nothing had changed. His baffled expression was still very much paralyzed on his face. I might as well fix that. By making it worse. Call me a troublemaker, but I was going to holler at them. You know, like giving a shout-out to your own buddies, except that they weren’t my buddies.

"Good. What about you?" "Good; you know today I made a new friend." "Oh, how is he? Is he good or bad?" he enquired. "He is good but very mischievous one." "Don't trust anyone easily, ok," He insisted. "Don't worry husband. I'll be fine," I assured. "Ok, what is my princess doing?" I asked. "I think she is playing with troublemakers." "Oh ok, you enjoy with the kids." "Are you saying to enjoy? No, it's not enjoyment but big trouble with these monsters."

It’s not new to me. Being troublemaker is not new to me. That’s what grandpa hates so much. He hates me doing that. Cutting classes, and not really going to school but then grandpa knows I did go to school that day, but really not. He only knows that when someone tells him or someone is watching over me. So when I come home, he’s nagging me all the day. I just got used to it, so I don’t mind his nagging anymore.

Small stuff at first, my favorite pizza, the last show I binge-watched, why I train so hard. Then bigger stuff, what it was like growing up here, what I was afraid of, what it feels like when the wolf wants out. I told her pieces of the truth. I teased her a little, let my eyes flash a brighter gold sometimes just to see her react. She never looked away. “You’re trouble,” she said finally, shaking her head but smiling. “And you like trouble,” I said, my voice low. “I can tell.” “I like… complicated,” she said, her smile softening. “Interesting.”

Dear God, I am in so much fucking trouble. Big Huge Trouble.