Novel & Cerita My Lovely Troublemaker

“Hi, traitor.” “Awwww, don’t be that way, Bitch.” “Could you not call me that? Thanks.” “‘Could you not call me that ‘kay thanksssss,’” she mimicked me, making me sound like a Valley girl. I turned up the cold factor on my stare. “Awww, come on, Blondie. You know I’m just playin’ around. And I couldn’t pass up ‘99 Problems’ – it’s got, like, the best beats ever.”

I nod, grab my gear, and we return to the hut to secure our supplies for tomorrow. # We get back to Sanctuary and tie the boat off, then I head into the changing rooms and have a quick shower. God, I’m so tired. I could fall asleep in here. I sigh and get out, dry off, get dressed, and head out into the staffroom to find everyone talking. “Hey, Trouble, did you want to come to my place for dinner?” Uku asks. “Thanks for the invite, but I’d probably fall asleep at the table.” He laughs. “How about a ride home, and I’ll grab us a pizza?” He offers.

Cavia, having had enough of Lovely screaming too much, tells her to leave and to go back to her job. Before pouting that she had to. Lovely came over to me and whispered in my ear, "Remember the dress and shoes that you've promised me," she told me. I nodded. Though I was going to leave all this, for there's no way I could carry it with me. I was going to make sure Lovely gets what I promised her. I was also going to give her more, knowing how crazy she was for designer clothes. As I take out the red dress from the bag. Red was my favorite color.

“I know I’ve made mistakes. Hell, I’ve probably made more than my fair share. But one thing I’m not going to mess up is us. I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.” I bite my lip, the weight of his words sinking in. I’m quiet for a moment, just thinking. My heart is pounding, and for a second, I wonder if he can hear it. I let out a small breath. “You always know how to sweet-talk your way out of trouble, don’t you?” He smirks. “And you’re always looking for fresh trouble to throw at me.” “Are you calling me a troublemaker?” I ask, arching a brow, trying to keep my voice steady, but I can feel the smile tugging at my lips.

“This will only give up trouble, Mister Henan.” “Andrel…” he firmly said. “Call me Andrel. You are not working for me so you don’t have to be formal. And don’t worry about trouble, Clea Mair. I will take care of it.”

why can't my life be easy and once just for once why can't trouble leave me alone. Why my life had to be this messed up! It's like me and trouble are best friends. It follows me like a shadow....wherever I go trouble is there. Ring...ring...suddenly my mobile rings, a Motorola ringtone Hello Moto.... comes in within my bag... I take out my cell and check who is calling me! Oh! Fuck shit....it's Pawana we were supposed to meet today. How did I forget ? Now what do I say to her....that Neil professed his love to me and I ran away...is that what I say cause I know she is not going to let this go.

“I’m sorry, what were your names?” “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m Millaray, and this is my husband, Notah Kameron.” She tells me, “We’re looking for our daughter, Rayen.” I took a breath and excused myself. I stepped out of the room and took a breath. Terry noticed my stressed reaction as I began pacing the floor, “Boss?” Terry asked, “Are you okay?” I shook my head and continued pacing. Terry called me over, so I went over to his desk and told him,

He didn't know why, but if he had told him, he wouldn't have confused the puzzle pieces. "Your soul mate is near, Resh!" "And, try to make peace with yourself! Don't always resist something that can't be resisted! Even you know that! If you feel tired, rest! If you feel sleepy, sleep! If you feel hungry, eat! It's that simple, right? But you always make things complicated because of your own doing!"

It was unbelievably comfortable. Kerrigan started moving on her own. I never expected this middle-aged lady to be on par with a young woman. She was actually comparable to Shanine, if not even tighter. I grabbed a marker from the bedside table and pressed it against her bottom. There, I wrote: Slut. Admiring my writing, I could feel a sense of ownership over her. A sense of fulfilment washed over me, both mentally and biologically. With her working her magic, it didn't take long until I could no longer hold it back. I instinctively prepared to pull out.

He didn’t know if he was angry with the lady or with Miss Shaina. “Do you know that you can also face a case of defamation that you are saying?” Matilda was stunned by Travis’ question. “Travis, please forgive my mommy, she was only carried away by her anger because of what happened to me, so she said something bad.” Lovely grabbed the young man’s attention. “No wonder you inherited something.” Lovely is now crippled. She didn’t know if what the young man said was a compliment or an insult, but he didn’t know anything about their personality and true behavior, so she thought it was a compliment.