Troublesome Synonym Novels & Stories

Clarisse said, cutting Zane. "Everyone will die? But what can I possibly do? I'm sure I'm reincarnated here as a 'merchant'. I can't do anything," Zane worryingly said. "Although, I don't want to experience death once again. That's why I'm trying to turn a new leaf here." "The two of us are here. We're your right hands," Lucia said, clearing a little bit of confusion on Zane's head. Zane, out of anger, stomps the ground and is frustrated. He says, "GOD! Stupid idiot life! I'm a son and I'm a millionaire for fucks sake!"

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

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.

ignore his request for help."I'm sorry to hear that, Oliver," she said, reaching across the table to touch his hand. "Of course, I'll help in any way I can."Oliver nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Janet. You don't know how much this means to me."They sat in silence for a few moments, neither of them knowing what to say. The tension between them was palpable, and Janet wondered if it would ever go away."How have you been, Janet?" Oliver asked, breaking the silence.Janet took a sip of her coffee, trying to think of an answer. "I've been good, busy with work and the kids," she said finally. "What about you?""I've been busy with pack business," Oliver said, shrugging. "You know how it is."Janet n

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

"Because a vampire and a wolf are together? Of course, I wasn't. Is that even conceivable? Darell did know the answer, if he were being completely honest at the time he asked that question. Marcelyn questioned bemusedly, "Will something bad happen if we have intercourse?" "Please stop using that word; it makes me feel ill. A better synonym would be "Sex". Or fuck." "Synonym. Hmm. Is having "synonyms" together going to have a bad outcome?" Not since he first overheard Marcelyn talking did Darell become more irate. He couldn't fathom how a woman like her, who was so threatening and feisty, could be so illiterate as to not understand basic grammar.

Uh-oh, I think I'm still not free from trouble. Tbc...

"Karen I'm anxious, do you remember at all what you told me on the night of wednesday when I drove you home?" Karen instantly coughed dryly and gulped down a glass of water on the table. "Wait, you drove me home? Oh my God I thought I boarded a taxi, Jesus! I don't remember a thing about that night and trust me, whatever I said to you was not coherent because I always spew gibberish when I'm stoned." "Oh really? But you seemed very sober enough when you told me, deadly to my face that the only thing you regret is me coming to Balor, can you explain that?"

My strength fades. "Someone went to a lot of trouble to hide the truth." "Yes. More trouble than we imagined. More trouble than we ever thought possible. More trouble than we could have dreamed. More trouble than we can comprehend. More trouble than we can fathom. More trouble than we can measure. More trouble than we can count."