Troubles Pronunciation Novels & Stories

“Can you spell your last name for me? Vendetta? Like a vendetta against someone?” “No, it’s Ven-E-detta. There’s an E in the middle. V-E-N-E-D-E-T-T-A.” If I had a nickel for every time someone butchered my last name… well, I’d be richer than Christian damn Merrick. “Okay, Miss Venedetta. If you’d like, you can take a seat right there. When Mr. Merrick arrives, I’ll ask if he’s willing to see you.” “Thank you.”

" Alvano explained in a rather terse tone. as if he couldn't speak properly. "Have you been involved?" Alvano glared because Alvaro asked about old problems. "Uh, really?" Alvaro didn't expect his guess to be right. After all, Alvano was emotional and kept reminding him to stay away from them. In fact, they had been in trouble. "Yes, it's complicated. Lucky I didn't call my parents!" Alvano grumbled, annoyed because it reminded him of the problem. Alvaro went first, his eyes absorbed in the new book he had bought earlier. Alvano chose to follow. He chuckled as the one he was following stopped suddenly, causing him to bump into Alvaro's back.

Clarisse was pissed off and grabbed Zane's cloth by the throat again and said, "whoever that person is. You don't have permission to mock me!" Lucia was nervous and tried to break the fight saying, "Clarisse, 'Halt!' Don't hurt the hero," and Clarisse couldn't move and was forced into a halt posture. "Argh! Fine!" Lucia drops the spell and Clarisse is free. "It's Lucia by the way. Please don't call me gentle witch something," Lucia nervously requested. "I do what I want! And call you whatever way I'm fine with," Zane says in a mean way.

“Get through dinner. Get through the first week. The rest comes later.” Ava swallowed. “I don’t want trouble.” His smile this time was different. Not cruel. Not mocking. But knowing. “You don’t have to want it,” he murmured. “Trouble finds who it wants.” Before she could ask what that was supposed to mean, he backed toward the hallway. “Oh,” he added, pausing at the doorframe. “Don’t wander around the west wing at night.” “Why?” His smirk returned—dangerous, but not playful.

My body felt like a boneless rag doll as Nicholas turned me over in his arms, inspecting me thoroughly. Then, as if I were trash, he dropped me beside him without a second thought. He let out a heavy sigh, pressing his trembling hand against his brow. He shot me a sidelong glance, muttering under his breath, "Damn it." A headache started throbbing in my temples, and I couldn't tell if it was from his words or the effects of the drug kicking in. But it was clear that Nicholas was far angrier than I was, his voice seething with frustration.

“What is out there?” He looked at me. Really looked. “Trouble.” The word hit like a stone dropped into deep water. No ripples yet. But they were coming.

Everyone is allowed to have their own opinion :D — Faith. Putting faith in God would mean we believe that even though things look tangled up, God is able to untangle them. When tragic things happen, putting faith in God means we believe, no matter how bad things look, that God will work them together for good. (Romans 8:28) When God says he will work all things for good, there is no exception. Too often, we look at what we are experiencing and can not fathom how it will work out, but that's exactly when we need to place that situation into his capable hands. God is not stunned by our struggles or trials. We get a call from the doctor with results from a test and we begin to panic, and we're

Sounds like we’re going to get ourselves in a lot of trouble. ‘So be it.’

Trouble was brewing up and it was going to lead to dangerous roads again ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You are the trouble I'm in * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Never trouble Trouble if Trouble does not trouble you. Haha. Ever heard of it ? Nope ? Then hear it well and remember it even more strongly.

Rody began another round of the fighting game even though he lost last time. "Is he giving you trouble?" The big Jay said to her, his voice low and quieter than usual. It took a moment for Jay to realize who the big guy is refering to. She looked at him, popcorn still in between her teeth. "No, but he looks at your sister weird." She replied after she finally chewed away the popcorn. "I'll tell you when he does. You still have nine months."