You're Trouble Novels & Stories

"Well, shit," "What?" "I got myself into some deep trouble,"

Zane was enraged and walked toward Clarisse and pushed her to face him, while he puts his right hand up, ready to deliver a big blow. “Huelo!” and Zane’s hand becomes a huge block of frozen ice, and he drops his fist violently. “Stop it! This wouldn’t solve the problem. Let Clarisse explain her case,” Lucia forced Zane. Zane calms down immediately, “I don’t want her explanation, I’ve made up my mind. And I would not apologize, it’s not my fault.” Clarisse looks at Zane menacingly, “I just happen to pass by. I saw Lucia in trouble, it’s not bad to help a friend.” she bluntly said.

I said. “I’m so sorry about what happened. I can help you.” “Can you help me get my job back?” “It may be complicated because they have evidence on you but I can try. I can get you a job in another hotel. A friend of mine-“ “You know, I don’t need your help. I think you and your girlfriend have done enough. Just stay away from me.” “She’s not my girlfriend.”

"But honestly, I'm very disappointed to see your current behavior. I didn't expect you to do the same thing as your father did." Hansel didn't answer. He was silent, no rebuttal came out of his mouth. "Why did you do that, Hansel? Don't you feel sorry for the unfortunate fate of your mother who was hurt by an affair and even now Hannah is still traumatized by being in a relationship with another man!" Hilman said angrily. "I'm not what Grandpa thinks. I'm sure Joanna, Jonny and Tiffany only added to the story with the compositions they wrote," Hansel defended himself.

Argh ! I was in trouble because of him. Nggghhhhh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

why can't my life be easy and once just for once why can't trouble leave me alone. Why my life had to be this messed up! It's like me and trouble are best friends. It follows me like a shadow....wherever I go trouble is there. Ring...ring...suddenly my mobile rings, a Motorola ringtone Hello Moto.... comes in within my bag... I take out my cell and check who is calling me! Oh! Fuck shit....it's Pawana we were supposed to meet today. How did I forget ? Now what do I say to her....that Neil professed his love to me and I ran away...is that what I say cause I know she is not going to let this go.

Mia did not deem my sarcasm with a response and instead started taking off her earrings while muttering, "This is life? Is this all that life is supposed to be?" I glanced at her from where I was painting my nails a bubblegum pink color. She looked so frustrated and tired. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I turned to her and exclaimed mimicking her mother-in-law-to-be's voice, "Oh, Mia, what happened now, my dear?!" Mia threw a cushion at me, "I am already at my wit's end, don't use my mother-in-law's voice to irritate me further." "Sorry, sorry," I laughed and then calmed down a little, "But do tell what happened? Outside weather is so fine, why are you under a grey cloud?"

“Today’s class is not that bad.” Knowing our position by the corner would be an appropriate shield, I rested my cheek on my palm and turned towards her. “Do you think people constantly seek out troubles for themselves? Like when one is solved they move on to creating the next?” She laughed softly. “You laugh, but I’m dead serious,” I said. “Are you talking about yourself? What ‘next trouble’ are you spinning?” she whispered back. I shook my head to end the conversation and turned back to my notes. Yeah, my new trouble is called Pining over a man

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Oh God. I was in trouble. Real, dangerous, romantic trouble. And I liked it.

YOU SHOULD CALL ME DAD MELANIE'S POV~~ As I slowly emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, I awakened to a pervasive sense of exhaustion that clung to me like a shadow. The constant, dull ache in my leg persisted, reminding me of my fragile state. I found myself trapped in a vortex of thoughts, each more troubling than the last, when suddenly, a soft knock echoed from the door. My mind raced with possibilities—who could it be at this hour? Perhaps it was Bryan, ever watchful and concerned.