Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

“I don’t think any sort of trouble is necessary Cat.” “Oh, but it could be. When you had to be amongst snobby pretty omegas or among trainers that hated your guts or just other pack members in general that could barely tolerate you, either for one reason or another. It isn’t really hard to be a trouble maker. Most times, you don’t even mean it. You just find yourself in situations that you can’t avoid.” Regan remained silent after I spoke and I could tell he was thinking about what I had just said. The look in his eyes was one of recognition and I almost chuckled when I saw it.

It smashed into the wall, and its broken pieces fell to the floor. Jayden White was the only one of my five friends with an unproblematic life. Maxwell Fitzgerald had been arrested for trespassing when he came to his ex-girlfriend's home. Vivian Aina had an assault charge against him from when he was nineteen, and Sir Lockwood was once arrested for driving under the influence when he was eighteen. Connor has been in and out of jail for assault, and I was once given a ticket for driving over the speed limit. We coined the name troublemakers because my group of friends all had records of wrongdoing and arrest, everyone except for Jayden.

Esther must've gone out of her way to catch me looking rough. The second post read: [He begged for my forgiveness, promising to get me a new Teddy Bear. My boy, I'd never blame you because of some arrogant jerk.] The photo below was my limited-edition Teddy Bear without the box. The third post read: [His restraint is what makes him perfect. My boy, after finals, no more falling asleep to that candle's glow.] The photo below showed a sliver of indigo-scented oil. … I scrolled through, unimpressed, until the last post stopped me cold.

I stay rooted in my spot as I see Randel slip the ring I was supposed to wear on Halley’s finger as she also slip the ring I was supposed to put on Randel’s finger on his ring finger. I see them in my peripheral vision, giving something to the pastor and then, I hear the pastor bless their marriage. I can’t believe even the people who claim to love God can be this disgusting. If there is one thing I have learnt today, it’s that people can never be trusted. Even the pastor is betraying the laws of God. Gosh this fucked up world is full of hypocrites or I don’t even need to sugar coat it, It is a world full of assholes.

I have everything most people only dream of, and some never get. All because I got into some trouble and was open to turning my life around. Maybe in the end, I pulled the biggest trick of them all… The End

He didn't know why, but if he had told him, he wouldn't have confused the puzzle pieces. "Your soul mate is near, Resh!" "And, try to make peace with yourself! Don't always resist something that can't be resisted! Even you know that! If you feel tired, rest! If you feel sleepy, sleep! If you feel hungry, eat! It's that simple, right? But you always make things complicated because of your own doing!"

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

i muttered to myself. Ransacking through my bag, i took out my black sun glasses and put them on. Cautiously, i stepped out of the car and walked briskly to the entrance. I slipped in and headed straight to the bar, avoiding contact with anyone… except.. “Oh.. I'm so sorry.! I apologized as i bumped into someone when I wasn't looking up. " Are you blind.? Can't you watch where you're going.? Besides who even wears glasses at night except a blind person.? Jezzz…

Ten years of my youth—building the company from nothing, pouring my heart and soul into it—had come to this: endless scheming and gut-deep humiliation. The elevator descended, and I felt not a shred of regret. Only the weight of ten years' worth of burden lifting from my shoulders. After leaving the building, my phone pinged. The self-destruct program embedded in the Vespere chip had activated. I had planted this fail-safe at the very beginning of the chip's development. It had only two trigger conditions: first, that I completely leave the company; second, that the chip's core code be maliciously altered by an unauthorized person.

"Call the police. Dial 911!" Mom cursed and complained, "Your dad won't let me. That boy is a master at chess. Your dad found his match and now plays several rounds with him every night after work. When it matters the most, men are always useless. Your dad included! "New Year's is in two weeks. How are you supposed to come home like this? Bonnie, tell me the truth. You really don't owe him money? Could it be a romantic debt instead?" This was a complete disaster! An absolute disaster! Why had I not thought to disappear without a trace?