Romans & histoires Cale Trash Of The Counts Family

Tanya took the center stage while Dr. Ticko and Jenny accompanied her on either side. The three of them walked with a commanding presence. However, as they entered County Clinic's emergency room, Director Malcom used a broom to sweep them out. "Director Malcom, what are you doing?" Dr. Ticko hid behind Tanya and Jenny, his imposing manner deflated by Director Malcom's broom. "Hmph! We've got three more big piles of trash at home, so I need to clean them up!" Director Malcom said coldly.

“I know what you want to say to me. You’re just worried that I’d have your darling son wrapped around my little finger again. I’ll tell you straight up, I will never step foot into the Black family, nor will I have anything to do with the Black family. Your darling son is just trash to me! I want to puke the moment I see him, much less your garbage dump of a family!” She was describing his family as a garbage dump?! “How could the Fritzgerald family possibly have someone like you join their family?! You’re an embarrassment to them!” Richard trembled in rage. But Carol felt great. “I’m still better than the three pieces of trash you have as your sons!” She immediately left while the furious R

In his case, a tragedy struck his family, and no one questioned him until the crown prince Casimir launched an investigation and discovered the Count's illegal trading company and other misdeeds, which led to his family's demise as a fallen, ruin noble. After that, no one spoke, as if the Count had never lived in the first place. This was all made possible by Casimir's powerful actions. “Let's just let him slide for the moment, but I'm assuming that you already stopped the rumors after you visited me that day,” I see Auster smirk and eventually ends up leaning his back on his seat with his arms in an open wide transition. "...so, I can immediately exact your words, if you only tell me what y

I wrote about how I had given up a billion-dollar cash reward, and how I had drained every last luck point from my own system account to exchange for the chance for her to stand again after the car accident that had paralyzed both her legs. After finishing the letter, I packed all our old photos into a cardboard box and erased the last traces of my life in this house. [Death countdown: 10, 9, 8...] The countdown entered its final ten seconds. I fell onto the carpet beside the sofa. It felt as though my organs were being shredded by countless blades. My face remained cold as I endured the agony. I vomited mouthful after mouthful of black blood, instantly staining the pure white carpet Victori

"Oh, don't even think about expecting assistance from your bandit encampment. The bandit army you formed has been completely wiped out, and it was they who disclosed that the bandits' leader's name was Alen. People like you are not tolerated by the Alheim family." I didn't realize the Count's name was actually Alen until I checked his status. I knew such coincidences were extremely rare. And I'm curious why the Count didn't choose a random moniker instead of his own name. "You are a member of the Alheim family..." The Count mumbled. In fact, the Count had no idea of the Alheim family, and this was the first time he had learned of them. "How come I don't know a family that can compete with ou

“You were the first person I brought into my home and even let sleep on my lap. I don’t even know why I trusted you that night. I care for my employees, but I don’t invite them to my home and let them use me as a pillow. You’re different. And I don’t ask unnecessary questions, about your injury, your twin, or your lies because if I need to know, you’ll tell me. Just like I would tell you about myself if I wanted you to know.” Isis was silent, just staring at her intently. “I’m Count Isis Lancaster. My brother’s name is Caius. He’s not my twin, he’s my younger brother,” he said finally, pausing to meet her gaze. “And yes… I’m blonde.”

Even buying an ice cream meant comparing prices at three different stores before committing. Now I understood. Alisha West, my wife, had been preparing for the family’s collapse all along. "Kiddo, I’m not sick." I rubbed my temples. "I just… finally figured things out." At that, Alisha and Elyse exchanged a glance, then quietly went back to flattening cardboard boxes. The comments drifted across my vision again. [Oh? The spendthrift Kayden Day’s changing his ways? Yeah right. He’s definitely faking it to trick her into buying him something even more expensive]

The two family’s had always been close. Bailey Everleigh never thought too much about it until the summer that everything changed. She had been raised with her own family, and theirs was always nearby as well. They did almost everything together. She had always thought it was because both were large families. They understood the way things were done in them that people who didn’t have eight-plus kids could never.

"That was a compactor…" Dad slumped against the wall and slowly sank to the floor. He just stared at his hands—the hands that had thrown away so much. Now they were empty, clutching at nothing. I followed them to the waste plant. The smell was awful—sour, rotten, musty. Every bad smell you could imagine was right there in that one place. For my parents, who had always valued order and cleanliness, it was like stepping into their worst fear. In the past, they probably wouldn't have been willing to come anywhere near it. But now, they ran frantically through mountains of garbage as though they had lost their minds.

Lisa blew up after listening, calling me a seductress, accusing me of trying to steal her husband. I didn't bother explaining—she went straight onto my block list. After that, the Vance family business flourished. I ignored the Huxley family entirely, but they never found peace. Having lost the company, Alistair tried to rebuild. Without capital, he had to beg for loans. Once a Huxley scion, people might have indulged him before—but now, no one took him seriously. I happened to attend a gathering and saw him humiliated by wealthy heirs, forced to dance in women's skirts. He spotted me and tried to hide, but I barely glanced in his direction.