Sidekick Notorious Novels & Stories

Misusing a Federal Council vehicle? Three years minimum. Taking some random girl for a joyride behind my back? Bonus charges. If the Varonettis had half a brain, they'd have Marco grovel, and maybe—maybe—the Council would let it slide for the sake of our engagement. But then I looked at her. Ms. Caro. Arrogant. Entitled. And completely unsalvageable. She wouldn't budge from the back seat, and honestly, I wasn't in the mood to babysit. I turned away and started the engine. Lives came first. Marco could explain himself later.

“What am I going to do, Tasha?” Tasha sat beside her and took her hand. “First thing: forget them. You’re not staying down, you hear me? You can stay here for as—” The screen behind them flickered again. “We interrupt this program for breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut in. Alaya and Tasha turned their heads in unison. “Billionaire Darius Westwood, who made headlines earlier today after proposing to Janelle Brooks, has just been confirmed dead following a high-speed car accident. Authorities say his vehicle struck a median and flipped several times before catching fire…”

She immediately understood that it was time to meet Adam, so she sat in the car with him without wasting much time. Mark told her that Adam was the leader of a Mafia gang. He was known as ‘Black Tiger’. No one can see him. He never shows his face to anyone. Mark adopted other ways since today to catch him but he couldn’t succeed. This time he wanted Ana to do that. She was told that he never slept with the same girl twice. He never shows them their faces. He never talks to them. He was still a mystery. She had to figure it out. Mark had promised her to give her a huge amount for this task. This life was tiring for her, she wanted to have freedom. But before that, she was going to have her re

Remember, Case, they don’t know you street fight and that means you do not know what the Underground Place is. “What’s the Underground Place?” I wanted to pat myself for sounding so idiotic but caught myself. “Adam’s got connections all over the state and one of his cousins is a badass street fighter. When he decided to move here, his cousin gave him pointers on the best place to street fight and the Underground Place was on top of the list.” Jake explained and this time, I didn’t need to pretend. My eyes widened in shock as I processed what I just heard. So the new kid’s not so innocent after all. He street-fights and knows about illegal street fighting places, impressive and aggravating at

~~~~~~ “Tom….what report do you have to give today…hope it’s good news” Miss Peggy growl at the harsh looking man, who was puffing out a ball of smoke off his mouth and nostril. He took in another draw from the tobacco pipe before looking straight into her eyes. He is the leader of the Kick-ass gang “My guys made a little progress…we hacked into the streets security cameras and got some footage of the day she left and after. We sighted her in one of the videos alongside a guy; they were heading for the airport.

“That’s terrible, Enzo" “We had each other. It wasn’t so bad. Alone, I don’t know what would’ve happened. Nothing good, probably. But looking after my brother made me push myself to become better. If I didn’t have him, there wouldn’t have been a VI Tech.” He snorted a laugh. “You know, he told me a while back that he actually missed those days — committing petty crimes and just barely getting by. That idiot can go wherever he wants in this fucking world and he wants to go back to our childhood on the streets of Moscow.”

Nick POV I arrive at the food court. I go to the table where my friends are sitting, and I take the seat next to Logan, bitch ass. He turns to look at me, then stands up and snaps. “Why the fuck do you smell like Mariah?" Logan growls. “You better watch your fucking mouth.” I growl. “Or what? What are you going to do, Nick?" Logan snaps. "Logan, calm down. I’m sure my brother has a perfectly good explanation for it.” Rose says.

We'd made it this far—maybe this time, nothing would blow up. And I needed to see who that girl was. "Let's go." I followed her out. Cold wind hit me like a slap as we jumped into the app-booked ride. Felicity kept replaying the PI's video, looping it nonstop. The girl's silhouette... weirdly familiar. I leaned in. Felicity whispered, "Lydia... that back kinda looks like you." I stared. Yeah, it kinda did. But with how wild she got last time, I wasn't about to feed that fire.

People like the Dawsons would never want the likes of me sitting around their dinner table if they knew the truth. I’m Scarlet Cooper, a thief from the South Side with no college education, a former drunk for a father, a sister in jail, and heir to a fortress of lies. * I sit on the living room couch next to Wes, a hot mug of coffee in my hand. His dad and his brother Dean are in his dad’s study going over something for work, and the rest of his family is still in the kitchen. “Have we scared you off yet?” Wes asks, leaning against the arm of the couch. “We can be a little loud and overwhelming.”

Pixie Tonight is my first club party with the Renegades. I have been to plenty with the Devils. Got to say it isn’t my thing. I would stop by for a little while but when the skanks came out and it turned into a live porn show I got myself out of there. Casper and Rocket knew I didn’t like it so they made sure to get me out before it started. As I got older and my crush on Ice developed I couldn’t stand watching the skanks hanging off of him. I hope I don’t see any hanging off of Viper. I will beat a bitch for touching my man. Or walk away if he wants the attention and let Rocket have at them. The thought makes me laugh. But I won’t fight for a man if he won’t fight for me.