Song Of Trouble Novels & Stories

" .......to be continued...... Song credit; Older by Sasha Sloan

Apparently, I'd missed both deadlines. Oh well... So much for getting my life back on track. My stomach growled, rumbling in hunger, but I ignored it and began to close my eyes and sing along to the music playing softly. ‘Today… And all of your days. I'll wear your pain. Heal what I can in your troubled mind. Sometimes our bodies will hurt for some time...' I relaxed through the rest of the song, lulled by SYML's sweet and melodious voice. I reflected on the lyrics I was belting out, and my chest tightened instinctively.

She turned the radio on and Butter comes on, they smile at each other as the music starts to play. "Smooth like butter, like a criminal under cover. Gonna pop like trouble, breaking into your heart like that." Sophie starts to sing and Casper smiles hyping her up "cool shade stunner, yeah I owe it all to my mother. Gonna pop like trouble, making you sweat like that."

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The new song isn't a song-it's a *snare*. The note lingers, a silver thread in the air that hums with Eden's timbre, Eden's pain. I follow it, the static in my veins pulsing like a compass needle. The Hunter trails behind, his breath uneven, his crow-feather coat singed and bloody. "This is a trap," he growls. "The Silence doesn't *sing*." "Neither do ghosts," I say, but I quicken my pace anyway.

He reported, "It seems the famine here is even worse than expected. There are many families inside. They're half-dead from hunger or stricken by illnesses with no cure. They say some are so desperate that they're drinking contaminated water." In troubled times, all beings suffered. Selene's heart went out to those who were affected.

Instead, they tortured Wendy even more and recorded all sorts of videos to threaten her. "So that's how it is. You're her sister. I thought… I thought you two looked alike…" Howard understood the whole thing now. There was a menacing glint in his eyes as he glared at me. "So what? We still managed to assault you! You're nothing but a bitch that we tortured thoroughly!" He seemed to have given up entirely, and his face contorted in rage. He burst out laughing in a crazed manner. "Your sister is dead, but we're still alive! Even if we're imprisoned, we'll be out in a decade. When that time comes, I'll come after you again! You won't escape!"

"Carmen, go take care of this problem. I'll give you a hundred thousand for your trouble." "A hundred thousand?" Carmen laughed, a sound full of despair. "Vincent, do you have any idea what I gave up for you? My job, my friends, everything! And now you want to buy my baby's life for a hundred grand?" "Then what do you want?" Vincent snapped. "Don't push it, Carmen. You've embarrassed me enough in front of Isabella. Don't make any more trouble for me." Carmen looked at me, her eyes begging.

I was not sure anymore how to convince her that I had nothing to do with her love troubles. Apparently she had herself convinced that Damon didn't love her because of me, but looking at her right now begs the question of what Damon even saw in her in the first place. She was trouble in the flesh! And not the sexy kind of trouble but the crazy and extremely dangerous kind of trouble. She was losing it and I could not see how she could be saved from this dark hole she was digging for herself. It was just so annoying that she thought I was the source of her problems.