Trouble Makers Novelas e Histórias

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 fight with the vice president."

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!"

"Of course she did. I love that you care but we need to solve our own problems." "Noted. Come home?" "Yeah. Let's go home." We drive back to the penthouse together. Once inside, Richard pulls me into his arms. "I hate fighting with you," he says. "Me too. Let's not do it again." "We will though. All couples fight." "Then let's promise to always make up. No going to bed angry, no shutting each other out." "I can do that." We spend the rest of the evening reconnecting, talking through what went wrong and how to communicate better.

"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?

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All

“Okay, fair. It is a classic.” “Now you have to tell me your favorite movie since you had to go fish.” I smiled. “Weird Science.” She answered without a moment of hesitation. “Weird Science?” I raised my eyebrow, not expecting that answer. “Yeah. Two geeky, nerdy high school outcasts create this knock-out of a woman. They’re too bashful to make any moves on her, but she’s not there to pleasure them. She’s there to build their confidence. They put the jerks in their places, get the real girls, and the dickbag older brother gets turned into a shit monster. All around, it’s a great movie with the bonus of eye candy.” Makayla explained with a shrug.

I find Quinn in the kitchen. “Are you making a bomb?” I ask, looking at the computer parts and wires on the table. Quinn arches an eyebrow. “Yes, Logan. I’m making a bomb.” She shakes her head. She flips something over. “I’m making a robot.” “For fun?” “Yeah. Why else do you build robots?” “You are such a nerd.” She narrows her eyes. “You won’t be calling me a nerd when this bad boy wins the robot fight.” “Just hearing you say robot fight makes you an even bigger nerd.”

I asked Rhea hoarsely, "So you and Glen are having business meetings at the mall now, huh? "If we're not together anymore, what right do you have to question me? And if we are together, then what the hell are you doing with Glen?" Her expression froze. Glen's face turned dark as he instinctively touched the fancy watch on his wrist. He stayed quiet while glancing at Tristam with a pitiful look, as if he was begging for help. Tristram frowned, his little face twisted in anger. He snatched a rock off the ground and hurled it at me.

"Sweetheart, you can absolutely be friends with Lotte, Alana, and me. None of us would ever get mad at you for that." Alana shook her head sadly, her ebony curls like a bouncy cloud. "Who would tell a child something like that? I know the three of us haven't gotten along, but we would never bring the children into this..." Brandon, who was standing silently behind his Uncle James, cracked his fists so loudly together that the entire room heard it clearly. "Son?" David asked, leaning back a little in the couch so that he could get a good look at his middle child. "It's all been her," Brandon hissed, his tone far too bitter for a boy his age. "Romy has been the one fucking everything up!"

“Help.” Emma turned. “Mom, please tell Dad that we can make pancakes.” Jaxon pointed. “They can make pancakes. They just can’t make a new identity in flour.” Mason shrugged. “I’m a pancake artist.” “Pancake menace,” Emma corrected. Rose held up her hands dramatically. “We are making heart pancakes!” Lily nodded seriously. “Because Mommy and Daddy love hearts.” Caleb squealed and slapped his tray again, like he approved of the mission.