Trouble Maker Novels & Stories

She felt heat creep up her throat—frustration, confusion, something else she didn’t want to name. “You keep deciding things for me,” Ava said. “You don’t even know me.” His voice dropped to a quiet murmur. “I’m trying not to.” Something small and delicate inside her chest cracked. “Why?” she asked. He lifted his eyes, and for once, his expression wasn’t guarded or smug or unreadable. It was honest. “Because you’re already trouble,” he said softly. “And you don’t even know it.” Ava’s breath stilled. His words settled between them like sparks waiting for a flame.

I was on pins and needles. ... They say life sucks, I would rather say life hurts, or life makes you pull your hair or maybe smack your head on the wall. Actually the fault is not in life itself, it's the people around us. They are the main culprits who make life miserable and frustrating. And then we blame life. We hinder each other's paths, we create barriers in each other's happiness. Why do people have to be so difficult? It made me hate having a family or the whole family system.

"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!"

“No, no, Mrs. Claus… I did manage to convince a waitress at Romy’s old job to dress as a naughty nurse for me for Halloween. That was fun… Especially after she pulled out a dildo shaped like a thermometer.” James hit the water handle to the off position and grumbled. “What the fuck…?”

“This will only give up trouble, Mister Henan.” “Andrel…” he firmly said. “Call me Andrel. You are not working for me so you don’t have to be formal. And don’t worry about trouble, Clea Mair. I will take care of it.”

So, what's the point of making friends if they're gonna leave her anyway? "Jay is a trouble maker. Every teacher made peace with that." A girl said to her friend as they passed by Jay's table to their seat at the next table, close enough for her to hear their conversation in the crowded cafeteria. "Still, it doesn't excuse him from punching Mr. Archerson." The other girl said back. "I thought you said 'trouble maker' as in 'he's a troll' and not 'he beats the fuck out of teachers'." The first girl chuckled a little and looked out the window. "I heard from Bella that Jay is also on the student council's blacklist for picking a fi

She wished she knew what to do. Cara stood there on the verge of tears. She felt so helpless. A faint red flash caught her eye across the room. Curiously she watched and it faintly flashed again. Cara felt her way around the bed and waited. It flashed again so she walked straight over to it and felt around. There was some kind of machine sitting here in the dark. Cara was desperately trying to figure out what it was. Something told her that it had to be important and might have something to do with the alarm. Cara stomped her foot and wanted to scream in her frustration. She needed light. She needed help. Just as she was fixing to completely fall apart the lights flickered. Cara couldn't bel

As she said that, her voice started to take on a seductive hush to it. "I need it so badly, it's making me all frustrated. Mr. Turner... Daddy, please... Help me out just this once, okay?" Faced with a strikingly beautiful young woman throwing herself at me, my male instincts were already on the edge of taking over. With just a slight push, my mind would cross over the precipice of no return. But Shanine was Kerrigan's daughter, and Kerrigan made it clear that I was not to touch Shanine again! I was stuck in a difficult dilemma. What should I do?

Makayla explained with a shrug. "Noted. I suppose I can't argue with that." I tapped my fingers against my cards, studying her. “My turn. Do you have any threes?” She sighed dramatically and handed over a three. “Lucky guess.” I smirked, taking the card and placing my pair on the table. “And my question for you—what’s something most people don’t know about you?” Makayla hesitated, twirling a loose strand of hair between her fingers. “Hmm… I can solve a Rubik’s cube in under two minutes.”