Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

I was trying my best to avoid both him and his clique since the first tough lesson I learned about McVegas high is that doppelgangers are real as f*ck. Since Trouble is their nickname, I need to avoid them in all possible ways. After the class ended, I headed for my next class; painting. On my way to class, I was suddenly faced with the evil trio. I tried walking beside them to my class until Maj pulled me back, making me collide with the waste bin at the corner of the hall. “What do you want?” I asked angrily. “What does it look like I want?” Maj replied angrily. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to know when I’m not as stupid as you are” I answered, throwing my self made promise of avoidin

"I've told mom seceray times that I didn't want to have anything to do with this girl, she's not what I want in a woman, infact she's not close to it" "But she's beautiful , you...." Marcus didn't let August finish the sentence before he snapped "would being beautiful take care of my kids?" "Infact, I just can't cope with that girl being around me" "You talk about her like she irritates you" "Yes she does, like have you seen her smoke and drink?" "I'm sure you're saying this because you've not seen this girl in display before" "Fun fact" he paused "she's a sex addict" August jaw dropped.

I took a small rope and tied it and the lower side of the rails of the steps and then on the nail. I touched it a few times to see if it was strong enough to make someone fall,and it was strong so I got up and measured my length and took a transparent tape and put it on both sides and the end of the stairs. I put a lot so if someone's face got stuck in it it won't hold,I just hope that it doesn't wear off before they come. Just to be on the safe side I added more gum to the transparent tape and then I nodded in approval. I took two steps into the hallway just to measure where a person's face would hit if he fell from the trap and then I marked it and placed spikes on the floor.

Only pain in her eyes. Composing herself, she shook her head in denial and the attendant left. ‘What lost in Boston remains in Boston.’ With that thought, she flew back to her hometown. From afar, Adam stared out of the floor to ceiling glass window with his both hands dipped each side of his pocket. A plane just flew high above the sky right before his eyes. It appeared distant from where he stood. The plane holds his full attention until it disappears from his line of vision. “Sir, it’s hard to repair. The whole operating system has been crushed by some virus.” The mechanic from the IT department surrenders his hands in the air breaking his trance of thought.

I find Quinn in the kitchen. “Are you making a bomb?” I ask, looking at the computer parts and wires on the table. Quinn arches an eyebrow. “Yes, Logan. I’m making a bomb.” She shakes her head. She flips something over. “I’m making a robot.” “For fun?” “Yeah. Why else do you build robots?” “You are such a nerd.” She narrows her eyes. “You won’t be calling me a nerd when this bad boy wins the robot fight.” “Just hearing you say robot fight makes you an even bigger nerd.”

Dixon whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye. I glared at him. "How are we supposed to walk out now?!" My eyes went wide as he suddenly unlocked the door and pulled me out into the hallway. My gaze locked with an elderly woman's, who looked utterly scandalized by our sudden appearance. "Kids these days... no sense of decency, making trouble in public restrooms," she muttered loudly under her breath. A hot flush crept up my cheeks. Dixon burst out laughing while I threw him a deadly glare. He managed to sober up just enough to grab my hand and drag me away from the restrooms and down the corridor.

The rebellion feels as sweet as it does terrifying. Back at my apartment, Trouble greets me with all the drama of a seasoned performer. He flops onto the floor in front of me, legs splayed out. “Hey, you little diva,” I say, scooping him up despite his exaggerated meow of protest. Of course, the indignation lasts all of two seconds before he’s purring in my arms, his head pressing into my hand as I scratch behind his ears.

Today was my big day and he promised he would fill in, but as always, he just runs off with his burger. Bella reluctantly reached out to me and I held her, rubbing circles on the eight-year-old’s back with the hope that she would tell me what version of works war three had just occurred. The last thing I planned to do was stop a crying Bella and a mischievous Derek from turning the house upside down! He was just five for pitssake. “Bubba, what’s going on?” I asked quietly and continued while holding Bella. The five-year-old with dark curly hair strolled out of the corner he had been hiding in, He looked terrified and had the possible culprit of this entire coop de tat in his hand.

Zane thought as he slice through the giant work with his sharp sword. The War Golem still tries to hold back the worm from passing through the barrier Lucia has made by holding it down. "Lucia! Any time now," Zane said. "It's done!"... " Explosion Technique: Devastating Exploblast!" Lucia shouted! As a huge red beam fires from her staff pointed at the Ver De Terre. "Golem, now!" Zane ordered the golem, and the golem opened the Ver De Terre's mouth, wide open for the Exploblast to shoot inside it and blast a hole in its back, killing it instantly.

Belle was barely a month old! "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I kicked the table aside and snatched Belle out of her arms. The sudden movement made Belle spit up the milk in her mouth, and she burst into loud cries again. Somehow, that sound steadied me. I clumsily rocked her until she calmed down, then turned on Lillian, fury boiling over. "How could you do such a thing? I'm reporting you! How much of that stuff have you been feeding my daughter these past few days?! She's only a month old! That's not negligence, that's attempted murder! I'm calling the police!"