Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

I just couldn’t understand how those sophisticated upper echelon babes were termed classless. Tunde smiled “Yeah. Yeah they are. I mean I’m not one to be insultive but those girls… they may have had money and all the clothes and designer stuff but they were bland, lackluster, no personality. But you on the other hand. You seem to make him very happy even though you guys are just friends at the moment. It’s a very nice thing to see how much impact you have on him.” He finished and stoop up. I stood as well.

“Look at you. Still pretending you matter here. Still pretending he needs you for anything besides signing your paycheck.” Aria turned the tap off. Set the kettle down. Clicked the burner on. “I’m doing my job,” she said evenly. “Your job?” Clara stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough that Aria could smell her perfume expensive, sharp and cloying. “Your job ended the day he chose me. You’re just leftover trash he hasn’t bothered throwing out yet. Like an old rag he keeps under the sink because tossing it feels too final.” Aria’s fingers paused on the knob for half a second.

Ugly Sharp and menancing in a way that made my fucking skin crawl. “Once I take out the trash… you won’t have a reason to stay.”

Ready for war, with my ever present weapon; my mouth. "Nothing. Ma'am. Nothing. But to give you a piece of the words you deserve. Oh well, I thought you were a lady with high class, and everything. I was dumb enough to notice you're a stupid narcissistic bitch, with insecurities tugging you endlessly, a rotten ill stinking personality, a trashy attitude and a big fat squalid mouth.

I hear Irina sing. I snap out of my thoughts to see her hand waving in front of my face. “Sorry, I got distracted.” “Yeah, I could see that,” she chuckles. “I thought you don’t care for celebrities,” she mocks. “I don’t, but I can appreciate talent. The trailer actually looks good,” I commend. “Hell yeah it does. We should go see it. I hear there’s a gay sex scene, now that I have to see,” she says, rolling her R’s sexually.

“You insolent nobody! One word from me, and I could make sure you and your whole family never set foot in this country again.” How delusional. The typical rich, spoiled brat who thought she held the world at her little fingertips. I smiled, unfazed. “Is that so? Please, go right ahead—I’d love to see what that ‘one word’ does for you.” “You—” “Clara,” the second woman chimed in, placing a manicured hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Why are you letting someone like her get under your skin? You’re embarrassing yourself. We don’t waste time on people like her,” she smirked, giving me a once-over with barely disguised disdain. “She looks like she belongs in some shabby backstreet, not here with us

She was a bit speechless, so she fell silent and blinked her eyes for a moment. Lucas wasn't wrong when praising his own appearance because he was... handsome. However, Clara couldn't hide her disgust for the handsome but devilish guy. “Fucked you and all your disgusting self-confidence,” she said. “You want to fuck me now?” Lucas shrugged, “I don't mind if you want to do it now. We can rent a hotel room and do it as quickly as you like.” "I will leave you here if you don't stop making those disgusting dirty jokes."

At that moment, a dumpster truck stopped right behind Tiffany and picked up the trash can in front of the shop to take out the trash. Charlotte smirked. She grabbed Tiffany’s arm and threw her over her shoulder with all her might. “ARGH!” Frail, delicate Tiffany only weighed around 48 kilos. She screamed as Charlotte tossed her into the trash can as it was being picked up with a loud crash. “ARGH… UGH!” The garbage gagged Tiffany’s mouth. The garbage truck’s mechanical arms flipped the trash can, tossing Tiffany into the truck full of trash. Tiffany was now foul and filthy thanks to the variety of trash, both dry and wet, as if she had fallen into a cesspool.

He would rather waste his alcohol than to smell that disgusting odor. Good thing he wasn’t late for class today. While riding the tricycle earlier, he really thought he wouldn’t make it to his first class. If that happened, he was ready to buy a Barbie doll and put a curse on that rich brat. Even a stray dog wouldn’t be able to stand her attitude, he’s worse than the devil’s first lady. After his class, he went straight to the bathroom. His head still boiled whenever he remembered the money Gabriella threw away like he was some beggar. That image wouldn’t leave his mind. That’s how the rich where they treated people like trash.

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.