Classic Trash Novels & Stories

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel ashamed. The comments flooded in again. [Why’s this spendthrift suddenly doing a clearance sale?] [What else? He probably knows her cash flow’s broken and is planning to run with the money.] [Elyse was born into wealth, and now this idiot’s raised her to be this narrow-minded?] [Don’t worry, once the real male lead shows up, their good days are coming.] Damn these comments. Nothing but garbage. I crouched down, meeting Elyse’s clear, worried gaze, and gently ruffled her hair. "I'm not throwing them away. And I’m not buying new ones either.

Only country music comes in. The bar is crowded for a Thursday night. I feel like I’m walking through a movie set or something with all the pickup trucks parked in a gravel parking lot. Music drifts from the bar, and people sit on tailgates, talking and laughing. I hate that I love it so much. Grandpa goes right up to the bar, and the bartender knows his name. “Hey, Fred,” he says. “What are you doing here so late?” “I’m taking my granddaughter out for a night on the town. She just got in from the east coast,” Grandpa tells him.

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

I accompany my pregnant wife, Noelle Sutton, to meet her biological family. At the celebration banquet, Maeve Sutton, the adopted daughter of the Suttons, splashes half a glass of red wine in my face. Then, with tears in her eyes, she says to Noelle, "Noelle, I know you hate me for taking your place, but you can't just bring some broke nobody home just to disgust Mom and Dad!" My mother-in-law, Penny Miller, points at Noelle and snaps, "Get rid of that thing in your stomach, or don't expect us to acknowledge you as our daughter!" Kenneth Wright steps up and openly leers at my wife. "What future do you have with a loser like him? You should come with me instead." The entire hall watches

He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I'm glad you're agreeing you're an ass.” She was to say, but she swallowed it, not ready to go back and forth with him with words. He would most likely win, seeing the mood she was in before. “I didn't know you can play the piano.” She said, looking down at the old thing. It was a Marilyn Monroe piano, so it was sure expensive. Oh, no! Chloe knew nothing at all about pianos but she had once seen this particular type once when she went with her father to a display auction of old things like this for his boss, and he had told her the name and how much it was worth. She couldn't exactly remember the exact price but she remembered it was a ridiculous am

Still, I plastered on a smile as our HR rep, Tina, passed out the wrapped boxes. Mine was small, wrapped in red paper with a silver bow. I tore it open during the group reveal, expecting the usual mug or scented candle. Instead, tissue paper revealed black lace. a sheer teddy that would hug my curves like a second skin, matching thong, and thigh-high stockings.

Seeing me kneeling outside the company entrance, my clothes torn and disheveled, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and praised, "Not bad, Ethan. You're already clearing the way for yourself before even becoming part of the Judd family! Once you marry Ms. Judd, I'll finally get to share in the glory, too!" I glared at this father-and-son pair, a cold smile twitching at the corner of my lips. Summoning every ounce of strength, I managed to pipe up, "In your dreams! After everything you've done to me today, don't even think about having anything to do with the Judds!"