Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

“You’re damn right you should’ve.” Aurora flinched at the sharpness in her friend’s tone. Rebecca never sugarcoated anything, but tonight, she wasn’t just blunt—she was angry. “Do you realize what this means, Aurora?” Rebecca continued, leaning forward. “That man—Don Ramon Blackwood—he ruined your life. He manipulated Lucian. He almost destroyed everything. And now he’s just… out?” She scoffed, shaking her head. “And Lucian didn’t even tell you?”

"Despite their belief in the Moon Goddess being next to nothing, they like to make people think they believe in her. That means being an outstanding citizen." Our journey-which remains under a veil of uncertain Malik sewed himself-lead upstairs, and into a restricted zone for the competitors. The moment my feet touched the top landing, I felt a thrill of exhilaration strike through me. Now my nickname Trouble Maker is beginning to have a lot more material behind it to back it up. "This is-" My words of complaint were cut off by Malik holding his hand up.

“How do you know them?” “The Moon Goddess made a mistake and made him my mate. I had saved myself for my mate but when I realized he was a disappointment and nobody I rejected him. He would not accept so I made him regret it. It took almost a year but I felt the bond break and I was rid of him.” “How did you make him regret it?” “I’m not proud of it but I will be honest with you I am not a virgin.”

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

And the short supplies. "Seriously?" I asked, flipping through every photo. There were faces that I didn't recognize, with the exception of one. I'd known vile criminals in my line of work, heinous creatures who enjoyed killing more than any deal on the table. The Maker was in a plateau of his own. He was considered a floater, moving from one territory to another, attempting to make a stand. Highly dangerous and overtly skilled, his methods of sabotage were infamous in our circles. The photograph was clear, the handshake and smiles on the men's faces telling. Kostya and the Maker were working together in some capacity. "I'll find out what the hell is going on."

I said, before patting his cheek. I swear the men in this family are literal babies. Nothing gets into their thick skulls. I chopped some broccoli and mushrooms to make some creamy pasta. Thank God my mother-in-law is gone, because apparently she hates everything I like. But I am sad that she took Teddy with her. My cute grandmother-in-law was the only person in this home who actually understood me. Only if he would understand me too. My mind wasn't in the kitchen; it was distracted by his thoughts. The sauce bubbled too hard on the high flame, thick and restless. I stirred too quickly, and suddenly it splattered, hot drops hitting my face and searing my eyes before I could react.

While I was digging into the details of my sales and orders, the little monsters managed to explore my office inside and out. My collection of miniature models of the most expensive cars and motorcycles got the most attention. “Hey, careful with that!” I look at the troublemakers who’ve already pulled a black Bugatti Veyron off the shelf. “One model like that can cost as much as all your toys combined.” “We’re bored,” Egor whines, pouting. “When are we going to see your bike, Uncle Nazar?”

Sounds pretty decent (I think) enough, so I nodded. "Next, number three," he said, his ring finger up together with pointer and middle finger. "Don't be afraid to let out a little anger. Sometimes, if you want to be a bad-ass, you need to get into trouble once in a while. In short - live a little." "Hold on," I said, holding up my hand, palms facing forward. "Trouble? Are you crazy? I can't afford having my record tainted for being a miscreant!"

Where he woke up in the middle of the night to pee and he his mother wouldn't be there with him. At school. "Eric's Mother is a streetwalker!" "Eric's Mother is a streetwalker!" "Eric's Mother is a streetwalker!" Some kids in the boys toilet sang making fun of seven year old Eric. They were even making kissing and sexual sounds. He never ever wanted to think about it. It was all Marino's fault that his mother was known for being a home wrecker! It was all his fault. -

While I was munching my food, a group of three girls, the stereotypical insecure spoiled ladies who bully the outcast, have come to make my day way worse than it already is. "Here goes the stripper." the girl named Monique, who is Amora's cousin, said with a mocking smile. Even if we are blood-related, I hate her to the bone. After both of my parents died in a car accident when I was ten, they deceived me and stole our family's wealth. Her parents, my Aunt, and Uncle then dumped me in an orphanage. Upon reaching legality, I'm already on my own. What makes me more mad is after robbing off my wealth and Agnes living the life that was supposed to be mine, this girl really had the nerve to act l