The Troubles Pictures Novels & Stories

I've developed this habit just to give myself a mental torture. Flashbacks of my happy moments cloud my head as I maximize one of his pictures on my phone's screen. He has shortened his hair and his face is looking bright and happy. I've found that he has been travelling on and off to Denmark. He uploads his pictures from there. I guess his artworks are doing good and have increased his revenues. He's enjoying his happy times....without me. My eyes turn misty as my suppressed emotions resurface over me. I scroll down and go through his other posts. One post catches my attention. He has a picture with a younger woman than him. I quickly maximize it and see that both of them are displaying the

two guys approached us, one was carrying a bat, I could tell they were all trouble. “Fuck!” I heard the one I was standing with curse, I didn’t know his name yet. “You need to run, those are real trouble guys, and they sent me to start trouble with you. I’m sorry broh” he assured me, I could see the sincerity in his eyes. ‘Well this is new’ “You run, they’ll find me here. I need to have a talk with them too” I assured him, he just looked at me like I was crazy.

"Cough cough!" Sharon choked on her own saliva. Her son was only five years old, but he was already so sharp! Chris's handsome face turned bright red. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. "James, don't talk nonsense, even if I were a homewrecker, I'd still be a good one," Chris said hastily. The little guy blinked, looking confused. "Are there good and bad homewreckers?" Sharon shot Chris a glare. "No, homewreckers are all bad!"

Nancy stood in front of her. "Are you going to tell me what the problem is? or do you want me to find out on my own" she said, crossing both hands on her chest. "Nan.....cy. Where....is the... coffee! it'ssss so cold.... tonight" Doloris said. still shivering. The water was boiling, and the kettle whistled.

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.

After seeing the pic I get the photo in the drawer and try to sleep. but still, I am trying to sleep I can't sleep. I was tossing here and there to sleep but still when I close my eyes that girl I innocent eyes come in front of me ...... The next day morning I woke up like usual on time .still in the thought of that girl ... what are u thinking Pankaj !!!???? Argh!!!!! We are just going to see her not for marriage don't think much. ..what if she won't look the same as in the photo...

" Cara shivered at the memory of being trapped there. She never fathomed that such a place could exist. "I don't know if it has a name, Cara. I haven't witnessed many that go there. The few I do know of personally... well, none of them came back." Tara looked away from her sister before standing and nervously clasping her hands. Tara began to pace back and forth in front of Cara. Something was definitely troubling her. Cara watched her sister slowly walk back and forth as she mulled something over. After a couple passes Tara stopped and turned to Cara. Her face creased with concern. She just stood there staring. When Cara couldn't take her worried silence any longer she threw her arms wide a

Zane was enraged and walked toward Clarisse and pushed her to face him, while he puts his right hand up, ready to deliver a big blow. “Huelo!” and Zane’s hand becomes a huge block of frozen ice, and he drops his fist violently. “Stop it! This wouldn’t solve the problem. Let Clarisse explain her case,” Lucia forced Zane. Zane calms down immediately, “I don’t want her explanation, I’ve made up my mind. And I would not apologize, it’s not my fault.” Clarisse looks at Zane menacingly, “I just happen to pass by. I saw Lucia in trouble, it’s not bad to help a friend.” she bluntly said.

“Jesus Christ, she erased two people.” I swallowed, exhaling softly as I glanced back at the album in my lap. The image beneath my fingertips was of my father and me, taken when I was about five. He had been lifting me onto his shoulders. His arms secure around my little legs as I grinned wide, my curls wild and free. We had been at one of the Protect Our Lands rallies, where he had spoken countless times. A place where he had spent his life fighting against corporations and greedy politicians—politicians like Stacey.

“It gets worse, and I’m not exaggerating.” She reached over and scrolled. Solene froze this time. Her eyes widened slowly, like her body was catching up to something her mind refused to accept. There were even more pictures. But this time, they were different. Not different in a good way, but in the way that made Solene’s lip tremble. “What the hell?” She whispered through a shaky breath. The pictures were older than Ronan’s event the previous day. They were pictures from showcases—each one capturing her and Lewis from angles that made their positions look compromising.