Troublemaker Book Novels & Stories

But I still caught myself pressing my lips together to keep from answering. By midday, the shop filled with browsers. A boy who couldn’t have been older than twelve traced the spines of the fantasy section like they might spark to life. A woman in pearls asked if we had anything that would make her husband less boring. Moira deadpanned, “Divorce papers,” and the woman bought a romance novel instead. I found myself watching them the way I used to watch prey—cataloguing movements, predicting patterns—but this wasn’t hunting. This was… living. Quiet. Strange. Almost safe. When I reached for a crooked stack of poetry, my fingers landed on a collection with cracked leather binding. Someone had un

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

I picked it up and put it back in the shelf without looking there. I collected another book and settled down at a table at the end of the library. I plugged my earphones and concentrated on the book I was reading. The book was suddenly yanked from the table, I looked up at the bastard. He had his smirk on, I took my earphones off,"what do you want Jason?" I asked " the usual...trouble. Do you have any to spare?"he asked. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity, " no, now please leave" I said and tried to collect the book from him.

Shaun agreed, then added, “Speaking of which. Did you ever find Monday’s Trouble?” Oh, right. I needed to give that to the Librarian and see how much it was going to cost me. “Uh, yeah…” I said, hesitant. “I did, but it was… I mean, its ruined… I’m not sure how it happened, but it got torn to two. I was trying to fix it, but it doesn’t seem possible. It looks like I’m going to have to pay for a replacement.” “Torn in two? How did that happen?”

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

I can't seem to think past the ache in-between my legs, talk less of forming coherent sentences. Images of him pinning me to this very wall, tearing my clothes off and pounding into me in the most feral way possible fill my head till they're all I can think about. But the asshole steps away, a smirk on his face. One that I'm sure will haunt my sleep tonight. “So, Little Trouble,” he begins. " I'll have you understand the full story behind the curse that's on our bond." He fishes a huge dusty book from the cupboard and places it on the table.

The closer I peek at the book, the more I see the bold title. “The tighter the pussy, the greater the bliss: a dick’s way to wet land.” It has the drawing of a monster cock in front of it, curved in the shape of a banana. My body’s already hot as I reach for the book. However, the moment my hand lands on it, something like a machine chimes. It's only then that I realize this isn’t a book. It’s a panel designed as a book. My heart thumps as a distinct groan echoes in the study, startling me.

I threw the abortion report from the Healer in their faces and had the guards throw them out. After reading the report and confirming that I had truly aborted the only heir of the Twilight pack, the Ackhursts completely lost their minds. They momentarily dropped their fear of Dad's authority and stood outside the gates of the Bloodmoon pack. There, they cursed me for being ungrateful and disloyal. Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…"