Romans & histoires Trouble Makers

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.

Sean’s voice turned bitter taking the company’s name who is responsible behind all their problems. “Who the fuck is William Co & Enterprise?” Elena cussed out the name with so much hatred that she didn’t realize her foul language, she shouldn’t be using before Sean. Realising her mistake, she shuts her eyes for a second and inhales a deep breathe to calm herself and mutters, “I’m sorry.” Sean nodded curtly. He didn’t mind as he was also feeling the same loathsome towards William Co & Enterprise.

TRISTAN'S POV “Great arc moon pack!” “Great!” “Great arc moon pack!” The resounding chant was louder than the first, and I smiled in happiness. I was preying on that fear, on that confusion. I was here to cause trouble, as was my normal nature. I was going to show them the meaning of a troublemaker. I was going to show them what it actually meant to be a troublemaker.

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

But another part, a deeper part, was wary of opening myself up to potential pain and disappointment once again. The memories flooded back, the moments of emptiness and neglect that had shaped my childhood. I had grown up too fast, forced to take on responsibilities that no child should bear. The scars of her addiction had left a lasting impact on my life, making it hard for me to trust or let anyone in.

I ask, looking around at all the rubbish. “Kids and tourists,” Mitchell says with a frown. “The kids come over here to party, and the tourists just don’t care.” “Right, let’s do this,” I say, grabbing a trash bag and gloves. # A few hours later, Uku calls me over. “Come on, Trouble. You’ve done well today. But we need to head back to Lai’eloa. There’s a storm front moving in.” I nod, grab my gear, and we return to the hut to secure our supplies for tomorrow.

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.

Watching her calm smile, the heaviness Vanessa left behind finally eased. "I didn't know," I said. "I was irritated earlier. If I offended anything, I'm sorry." She waved it off. "You couldn't have known. You're from those convenient cities." Then she glanced at me. "Do you still have worries too?" I froze and turned to her. Those eyes caught me dead on—and I couldn't find a single word. I wanted to tell her worries never stop. When you're young, you grind for money, a car, a place to live—then you still get betrayed by someone you gave years to.

he warned once, but the words sounded less like a threat and more like a line he was terrified they both might cross. Their lives had collided by fate—two strangers forced into a family neither quite understood. But tension hung between them like an unfinished sentence, fragile and impossible to ignore. Ava wasn’t looking for trouble. She certainly wasn’t looking for him. But sometimes trouble looked right back. And sometimes… it had Jace’s eyes.

Holy Fuck. I slapped the biggest celebrity Lawyer in the whole world and he wants to buy my womb. *** Dear readers, so Mr. no one is actually a big powerful lawyer who wants our poor Kristie.