Troublemaker Characters Novels & Stories

in the end, I still answered his question. “I’m Quenly, you are?” I forced myself not to heave a sigh, I don’t want him to think that I am too snobbish. I’m afraid that he would push me off of the rooftop’s wall if I snob him. “Christiana Ellis” I looked at him for a second and saw him looking intently at me. I felt embarrassed and more uncomfortable so I returned my gaze in front. “Christiana Ellis? Just like you, your name is also beautiful. My face heated up and I prayed that he did not see that.

She doesn't know. His smile disappeared when he moved on to the next aisle. It returned when he watched Elyra leaving the room. - "He's just friendly." Jake shrugged as his fingers kept tapping on the same button on his controller. His long sleeves gray shirt was neatly rolled up to his forearms. Meanwhile, the TV screen shows that he's ruthlessly beating up Rody's poor character. Rody, who's sitting on the floor next to her brother, is on the verge of tears. "This is so unfair, man."

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

I guess I shouldn’t judge people too quickly. Since I was already familiar with the game, it was easy to follow what they were doing. Rodmarc was an attacker, Oscar was the healer, Roberto was a sniper, and Khaianne was a support. Rodmarc coordinated their attacks because his character was the strongest. Once he set a plan, the others moved accordingly. Oxem occasionally gave advice from the sidelines, but most of the time, he was silent, just observing. He looked so serious, his eyes glued to the monitors. I took the opportunity to study his face.

My jaw clenched tightly against the bitter wind. Stacey’s girlfriend. Of all the people to crash practically on my doorstep, why her? I knew Stacey. I knew how seamlessly she could manipulate perceptions. She was polished and ruthless, the kind who spoke warmly of community while signing away acres of protected wilderness to the highest bidder. What kind of woman could stomach being at her side for so long? And yet, Makayla didn’t fit the image I’d conjured in my head. Vulnerable, hurting, and protective of a tiny, ridiculously fluffy puppy. It was difficult to reconcile that image with Stacey’s polished cruelty.

"Yet all the ones you happened to have found didn't last long enough to even be introduced to me" "Where's Sarah, now?" She followed. "I can remember she was the last one I heard you were in a relationship with" "We called things off half a year ago" "Exactly!" "Every single girl you've found, happen to be of ill-character, or have one problem or the other to sort" "Maddison is Ideal" She let out. "I'm not in search of ideal" He called firmly. "But you've always had a crush on her since your were little"

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

I want to be her man In good time and in bad" Kingston looked at Allen, smiled and said. "You really like this girl don't you? "I do Kingston, more than I can say. That is why I can't let anything or anyone hurt her" Allen replied. "This guy you speak of, the guy who was watching Samantha, what is his name? just incase I see someone suspension" "His name is Jonas, also known as 'Viper' "I'll keep an eye out" Kingston said, before opening the door and left.

Ava tried to be supportive, tried to ignore the guilt that tightened her chest when she saw her mother genuinely laugh for the first time in years. But life wasn’t done surprising her. Her new stepfather had a son. Jace. The first time Ava met him, he stood leaning against the moving truck, arms crossed, every line of him sharp with indifference. He had a reputation that reached their quiet suburb long before he did—troublemaker at his last school, a boy who didn’t follow rules unless he wrote them himself. His green eyes flicked toward her, unreadable and cool. Ava lifted her chin, unwilling to be intimidated.

I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life. He lunged at the bed, then cursed. "What the hell? Only one person?" His flashlight switched on, catching Russell, naked and sprawled. The sight caught him off guard. Russell stirred as the pills wore off, opening his eyes to see a big man looming over him. He tried to scream, but the latter quickly stuffed a sock in his mouth. "Quiet!" Joakim hissed. Michael Harris, the second thug, poked his head in. "What's up?"