Troublemaker Characters Novels & Stories

Also, he had inborn agility and strength that never faded, even when exhausted. The hunters of Sandwestmorr were subdivided into four groups, the trackers, the strengths, the escapers, and the Strategizers. Even though George could fit into any group easily, he was part of the hunting group called 'The Strength'. Aside from being a hunter, he was a protector. He often sensed what was to come and let the villagers know beforehand so they could strategise before any attack. Before his power came forth, he had lived a peaceful life until he was eighteen. That was when he triggered what was known as a 'curse'.

What makes you think you can settle scores with me? "Women like you are just trouble. I broke up with her, okay? Do you understand what that means? From now on, stay out of my sight. I'll refund your membership fee. Don't ever step foot in The Secret again!" "Are you sure you have broken up? Are you sure none of the women here have been with you? You cheated! Don't tarnish the word 'breakup'!" I gripped the bottle tighter and smiled coldly at him. "Nicholas and I loved each other. But what about you and me? Let me show you just how I'll settle this. As long as I'm here, you won't bully her again!"

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

She couldn't let her family lose that too. Carl finally showed up looking as handsome as ever and Clark introduced himself, "I am Clark, the fiance. You must be Russell, the fiance." He assumed. "I am Carl, a classfellow of Sofia." Carl introduced himself and we all sat down. "How are you?" Mia asked and started chit-chat before Carl nodded to me that we needed to ditch Clark so that we could talk openly. "Carl, you came for the project, yes? Let's discuss it at that table." I grabbed her bag and stood up. Carl followed suit eagerly.

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

And the short supplies. "Seriously?" I asked, flipping through every photo. There were faces that I didn't recognize, with the exception of one. I'd known vile criminals in my line of work, heinous creatures who enjoyed killing more than any deal on the table. The Maker was in a plateau of his own. He was considered a floater, moving from one territory to another, attempting to make a stand. Highly dangerous and overtly skilled, his methods of sabotage were infamous in our circles. The photograph was clear, the handshake and smiles on the men's faces telling. Kostya and the Maker were working together in some capacity. "I'll find out what the hell is going on."

“I just—he’s—this isn’t the right time—” Gina shrugged. “It’s obvious. To everyone. And it’s the reason Bernatta wanted you dead.” “I know,” I whispered. “But it’s also why Oliver broke her spell,” Gina added. “And why he’s stronger now than he’s ever been.” She squeezed my arm gently before leaving to help the others. Once I was alone, I let silence fill the room. The healer returned briefly to check my pulse and then left again to treat the wounded. I stared at the ceiling, noticing the cracks Bernatta’s spells had left—fractures like spiderwebs.

“I should be offended, Victoria, but I let it pass since my reputation precedes me. I can’t go back in time and change what I did, but I intend to prove to Matthews that I’m not that person I was yesterday. You may see me as this bully, feared, and overconfident, but what people didn’t see is what I feel deep inside, who I truly am behind this facade. I struggled to find my identity, deal with my grief, and I don’t have real friends. Unlike you, guys. Deep inside, you all are way better than me and have a life better than.” “I’m so sorry, Remy. We all deal with our issues and grievances differently,” Hailey muttered. “I’m an asshole, and it pains me to admit my mistakes when all people see i

She continued struggling and making the mumbling sound till a guard walked down the stairs. He walked towards her and removed the tape from her mouth. "Who the fuck are you?", She said immediately he removed the tape from her mouth. He smiled. "You can call me The Mighty Killer. Isn't it surprising? I mean... Just some days ago your friend was here and now you? Tsk tsk." Aurora clenched her fist. "I have no business with you, asshole. Where is Bianca? She is the one I have business with." He smiled. "She isn't ready to meet with you yet. I need to torture you first."

But unexpectedly, he was bitten by a snake. "After he died, it was just Finn and me. We could barely hang on. I wanted more money, so I fabricated the story about Xavier coming to your rescue. "As for Ms. Hilliker, I drove her to her death. I arranged for her to see the news that day and paid the nursing home's director to keep it hidden from you. "Also, that so-called psychic was actually a hired actor. I was behind everything. I'll turn myself in and go to prison. Please, spare my life!"