She's Up To No Good: A Novel Novels & Stories

Sheila had always been hostile toward me, acting innocent in front of others, throwing passive-aggressive jabs whenever she could, and pulling all kinds of tricks behind the scenes. She must have heard that my experiment was close to success, so she staged that whole thing to destroy it. My chest burned with anger. Before, I had ignored her little schemes. They were not worth my time. However, that was different. That antigen meant everything to me. It was as important as my life. I stepped forward, grabbed her by the collar, and shoved her straight toward the trash can. "You say it was an accident? Then, explain this. Out of every experiment in this lab, you didn't touch anything else. So,

There is no crack or hesitation, She is good and ofcourse she always has been good at lying, she can lie straight to yoir face and you wouldn't even have one doubt. “I was actually worried for a second,” she continues, her voice softening just enough to sound genuine. “You weren’t answering your phone, there was no one at your house.” I let out a small breath, leaning back slightly. “Busy day,” I say simply. She nods, accepting it without question. “Fair enough.” A small silence settles between us, but it’s not awkward, atleast not on the surface. Underneath? It’s something else entirely. “So,” she says, picking up her glass. “What have you been up to?”

She was in her room, doing her homework, and the photo had been secretly taken through the window. Countless photos of her in the bathroom could be seen everywhere. Even though the steam had frosted the glass, her curves were still clearly visible. Over a dozen photo frames had been placed on the desk, each one containing a portrait of her. Ciara's hands trembled as she flipped open an old diary she found at the very bottom of the bookshelf. "I spiked Ciara's milk today and snuck into her bed to sleep with her. She smells so good…" The world seemed to start spinning around her. Nauseated, she dared not read any further.

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

So why couldn’t he shake this feeling of failure? Really laying into the champagne now and on the verge of switching to something stronger, Aaron didn’t notice her until she was right in front of him, taking the seat across from him. If gazing at her beauty was one of the ways she killed, he wouldn’t be surprised. Terrifying, twinkling, dark eyes. Soft, black curls gently laid out on her shoulders. Black dress so tiny, it was almost criminal to call her a lady. She wasn't just his type, she was everybody's type. Until they found out she was an assassin, that is. "You've already made so many bad decisions tonight,you already look like you want to die. It might not be such a stretch after all,

he poked. “Seemingly, you’re the only genius around here. Everyone just assumed that I’ve come back to play the doting Maid of Honour, but I want to leave faster than they realize. Sam I’m on the fence about, but Danny I don’t trust at all, and he’s made it pretty clear that he doesn’t trust me right back,” she said as she took off the boxers. He growled lowly. “You’re killing a person here.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Too bad!”

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

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She already KNEW! ‘Hey! CHEATER!’ ‘Not cheating when we have the same advantage. Not my fault you didn’t pay attention and actually listen.’ She says and keeps trying to retreat. UGH! Why is EVERYONE so INFURIATING? ‘Because we’re PREGNANT.’ ‘I wasn’t asking you. What happened to scampering off to the back of my mind to gloat?’ Now she was silent. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like!

Señora Sheilla kept swearing when she returned to the Mansion. Her head only got hotter to this day Alysia still cannot be found. She has been looking for it for several days. But, it was still not found she did not know now where to find it. She knew it would come back and she wouldn’t let that day happen. But she was not afraid because even before it left the Mansion, all of Domenick's property had been transferred to her name. She doesn't have any money anymore, she has all her money and she can't do anything else.