Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

She nick named Tanasha as a stupid bitch. Actually all of the maids didn't get any sympathy for Tanasha. She has been treating them more like trash and beggars. When Malik came and dragged her out of the kitchen, these maids went and listened to their conversation outside Malik's door. Some of them pretended to be picking out clothes for washing and others cleaning.When they saw Malik coming out, they all entered other rooms.

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 piece of trash!" Klaus leaped up and howled, "Parker Halls, didn't you say that you'll win for sure? "I've finally understood now. You guys are just posers! Apart from all the big talk, you have no real talents! "I must've been blind since I hired someone as trashy as you to fight. You can't even win the entrance ticket. All my plans have gone to waste. What a wasted trip!" "You really live up to your name, Parker 'Posey' Halls!"

“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

Or how he tolerated that girl’s wide-ass tongue filling up his face. To each their own, I guess. And as I picked up my tray to carry over to the trash can, Rae brushed through my peripheral. I turned my head, watching her a little too long as she sat off in the corner. She was sitting there, waiting for those two dinky little friends of hers. The preppy, uptight bitch and the boy who probably sucked dick with his butthole. She had a pathetic excuse for a lunch, too. Soup and a bottled water. What the fuck was up with these girls and not eating? Did they think that shit was attractive? Because if Rae thought that was her selling point, then she obviously didn’t understand the appeal of decent

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.

He said coldly, "Where the hell are you putting your dirty hands, Paul? She's Ced's girlfriend! Go sober up in a corner if you're that drunk. Don't act crazy here." But the guy, Paul Dixon, was clearly wasted. He just sneered and said, "What, you can stomach her pure act? Don't we all know what she's really like? She agreed to shoot those racy photos at the drop of a hat. I'm still waiting for Ced to show us the HD version. Now, she can't even handle a hand over her stockings? What a faker!" Cedric happened to push open the door and walk into the room just as Paul was spewing that vitriol. He heard every word, loud and clear.

She exclaimed disgustingly looking at her dress. "Look at what you did now, I look like trash. you such a snob, I hate you, how dare you do this to me, how dare you drag me on the ground like I am just a rag, you are so full of yourself." She said hitting me. I jerked her hands off me. " You are no different from trash are you?." I sneered and burst out laughing. She glared at me as if to strangle me. If a glare can kill, the. Maybe the deadly glare she is giving me right now would have murdered me.