Romans & histoires You're Trouble

"Cara, my dear, they are all fine. They are all where they are supposed to be. You, young lady, are the one that is not where she belongs. You will see them all again. It's on you, child, how long that takes. Like I said, we all have to make choices. Things seem strange to you now. But it isn't what's happening that is off, child. You need to get back where you belong. Nothing ever goes right when we fight against our own selves. Being stubborn rarely helps anyone." Cara, feeling even more confused, scrunched her face up and looked outside the window for a moment. She was going over and over his words in her mind. Nothing this man had said was helpful. He was just talking in old man riddles.

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.

Where is the bag of money then? Trouble called on…

The rebellion feels as sweet as it does terrifying. Back at my apartment, Trouble greets me with all the drama of a seasoned performer. He flops onto the floor in front of me, legs splayed out. “Hey, you little diva,” I say, scooping him up despite his exaggerated meow of protest. Of course, the indignation lasts all of two seconds before he’s purring in my arms, his head pressing into my hand as I scratch behind his ears.

For being involved in this mess? "Am I c-causing trouble for you?" I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. "No," he replied firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. "You’re not causing trouble. You don’t need to worry about anything. Just focus on getting better. I’ll handle the rest." His words were meant to be reassuring, but I couldn’t help the knot of unease that twisted in my stomach. I never wanted to cause trouble for anyone, especially not him. But now, it felt like I had become a problem without even trying.

I'm pretty fucked up, I know. she is having the time of her life. Angrily, I pull my hoodie down. she's having the time of her life. the time of her life. of her life. "Girl Problem?"

Now, this was the end of all the trouble…for now. To Be Continued...

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

I replied. "Krista, will be here in a bit, don't bother us." "Why would I, I'm here for Mel, you big doofus." I rolled my eyes. He furrowed his brows. "Doofus?" He mumbled. Maybe that will help him regain his memories, anything to get back my Raven. "Big doofus." Mel, giggled. "Mel, don't repeat her words." He sighed. "It's not a bad word, chill." I added.

Aunt Jessica shrieked, "Are you seriously going against the Leone family?" I shrugged. "I'm protecting what's mine. You don't get to twist the rules." Eric hovered nearby, scowling. "Lena, don't push it." I laughed, sharp and cold. "You and Briana drag me through the mud, sic thugs on me, trash my parents' heirloom—and I'm the problem?" I pulled a USB from my bag, dropped it on the table.