Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

In the corner, our friend Leroy had turned a folding table into a makeshift bar, playing bartender and DJ in one. A whole damn swarm of butterflies took flight in my stomach at the idea of Christian Merrick meeting my friends. I couldn’t quite picture him striding into this tattoo shop wearing one of his million-dollar suits—that image alone was going to be comedy gold. I just hoped Tig and Delia didn’t think I’d lost my mind for bringing him. They were already suspicious based on my earlier rants about his charming personality. Trying to walk that back and explain why I was suddenly into Mr. Big Prick had been…awkward. They still called him that, by the way.

angry and scary year, how can any robot get angry, Author:: You Dumbo Harshal, he is not a robot at all, what are u doing when god is giving Brains to humans,, You first read the intro of my third chapter then u will know how Mr.Pankaj is,... Harshal:: I m not dumbo, he is not a robot then why can't he feel any pain, and y I would the intro of him .my dad said about him. so I don't need to read okay,... Author:: Fine then let me tell you, He is a very ruthless person and a most brilliant Charted Accounted also so be careful. he is silent means, Strom is on his way, hehe be careful and be safe, bye-bye

Jenny had prepared a thorough plan, and Liam had been following it obediently. Hence, Nora did not want any trouble during his rehabilitation. Although Kris wasn’t weak, when provoked, Liam would turn into a beast. She did not wish to see either of them getting harm. “Hey, Kristopher, stop being moody. I’ll give you a candy.” Taking out a few candies from her pockets, she threw them at him. Kris did not catch them. ”I’m not a kid. And don’t call me Kristopher. It’s Kris.” He stressed.

I swallowed hard. “Do you still want to go?” She asked and I nodded. Her creepy smile returned and she pulled a golden key out of her pocket and placed it in the door and it clicked open. “How do you have the key,” I asked in surprise. “It’s enchanted, it opens any lock my mother gave me on my last birthday” She smiled creepily. “That’s so cool” I smiled in awe. Ember grabbed the two ends of the door and pulled it up, opening it. “After you” she nodded down the dark pathway. What if she just wanted to kill me, her creepy smile wasn’t helping.

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.

She trailed off again. “Because of?” Raze asked curiously. “She has a stalker and the fuck head ex,” Daemon fumed. “You won’t like him.” “Damn girl,” Raze chuckled. “I knew Trouble was the right name for you.” “I’m sorry,” She whispered looked down at the table. “That’s not how I meant it, Trouble,” Raze frowned pulling her into his lap. “I’m sorry. Will you please tell me what’s going on?”

"Oh, yes. Her. She's been a bit of a troublemaker for you, hasn't she?" "Fraid so. you just can't help some of them."

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

] Zane uttered indifferently, “I heard that you have been spreading rumors about me. Apparently, I have a sensitive stomach and can’t hold it in, huh?” I let out a wicked smile. “That’s all me. I can fix that little problem for you now.” I propelled forward with my foot to stomp him straight in the gut. To my surprise, he caught my foot, and I froze mid-kick. He narrowed his eyes at me, looking as if he would show me a world of pain. I turned meek right away. Out of my three childhood friends, Zane was one to hit back. With a timid and whiny voice, I asked cautiously, “Zane, would you believe me if I said I was going to give you a tummy rub with my foot?”

"Oh! Marco stop it. Aren't you tired of trying to ruin our relationship? Aren't you tired of trying to break us up. If you aren't tired, I am. I am tired of listening to this day after day. What exactly is your problem?" Marco stood up and moved closer to him. "You! You are my problem. Are you that daft?! Zuerien, tell me. Don't you know true love when you see one?" "Oh! Spare me the gist, love expert. You have no business whatsoever with my life." "I do. I have a business with your life." "Really?" "Yes." "Tell me then. Tell me what business you have with my life." "One, you are risking the future of this kingdom by giving The Crown to that greedy being. Two, I am your elder brother and I s