You're Trouble Novels & Stories

"Oh! Marco stop it. Aren't you tired of trying to ruin our relationship? Aren't you tired of trying to break us up. If you aren't tired, I am. I am tired of listening to this day after day. What exactly is your problem?" Marco stood up and moved closer to him. "You! You are my problem. Are you that daft?! Zuerien, tell me. Don't you know true love when you see one?" "Oh! Spare me the gist, love expert. You have no business whatsoever with my life." "I do. I have a business with your life." "Really?" "Yes." "Tell me then. Tell me what business you have with my life." "One, you are risking the future of this kingdom by giving The Crown to that greedy being. Two, I am your elder brother and I s

Saying so he ended the call. "Zoya, now you will be in trouble, a real trouble. " _____ To be continued....

“They are fine.” “Then what was the rush?” Gabe asked as he looked at his cousin. “Gabe, sit down,” Mack said. “I have something to tell you.” “Oh, crap,” Gabe said as he looked at his cousin and did what he said. “Why do I feel like I am five and in trouble?” “Well, first off, if your five, I am eleven, so I don’t think I would be the one getting mad at you. More so, if I remember correctly, we did manage to get into enough trouble together with your brothers as well.” Mack chuckled.

Hate, on the other hand, burns like a never-ending fire, slowly devouring one's soul and potentially leading to annihilation. Trouble, a term for shattering the peace, represents how a single decision, regardless of its moral compass, can lead to tragedy. The complexities of life's traps may be bewildering, but what matters, as my father often remarked, is not how we wander into them, but how we remove ourselves. I didn't understand the significance of his musings when I was younger, but life's lessons taught me otherwise. I learned to manage this complex environment by being confronted with problems from a young age.

Dammit! Why do I always get myself in trouble?

“That sounds like a trap.” Lilac smirked. “It’s absolutely a trap. But it’s a fun trap.” I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back. “Fine. Whatever.” I was too wired to sit in silence, too restless to keep letting my thoughts spiral unchecked. Maybe a game—this game—would at least keep me present instead of sinking deeper into my paranoia. Lilac tapped her fingers against her knee. “I’ll start. Let’s see…” She hummed in thought before finally saying, “I once got kicked out of a bar for punching a guy who called my friend a tree-hugging hippie.”

She spat with venom. He dropped Kenzie's hand gently, " no I'm saving you from trouble" he said to her, "but-""if you lay a finger on her you'll get in trouble and I think she's had enough for today" he said. Of course he'd never stand up for me, he's a monster. Kenzie nodded then brought her gaze back to me and glared before walking away.

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."

"Cough cough!" Sharon choked on her own saliva. Her son was only five years old, but he was already so sharp! Chris's handsome face turned bright red. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. "James, don't talk nonsense, even if I were a homewrecker, I'd still be a good one," Chris said hastily. The little guy blinked, looking confused. "Are there good and bad homewreckers?" Sharon shot Chris a glare. "No, homewreckers are all bad!"

I informed. " I can't think under these conditions! Will you all stand still and shut the hell up!" Troublemaker snapped at the fake sheeps. __________________________________________