What Does Trouble In Paradise Mean Novels & Stories

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

He cut in, “Trouble, I know. Anything you have to say?” I gulped. “I'm glad you know, but do you know the reason why?” He raised a brow. “Tell me.” “Because they've all found a mate. Adrian, Alex and Arnold, they all share one mate.” “Wow,” he replied. “That's rare, but it's possible for triplets. So tell me who it is. Is it you?” My eyes grew large. I was shocked by his question. “No–” Even though I wished it was. “It's not me, it's someone else, you know.”

She shot back A tiny smirk curved his lips, but it did not get to his eyes. “You always have this much bad luck, Little Trouble?” Lydia blinked. “What?” “That is what you are,” he said, leaning casually against the counter like he was not standing half-naked in a confined space with someone who clearly did not belong there. “Trouble. You stumble into places you should not be, get caught in things you can not handle, and now you are here. In my space.”