Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

“Apologize before I kill you,” I forced a choked, breathless smile through the pain. “Why? Isn’t it true, though? You call me trash. You toss a couple bucks at me like I’m some kind of...” I swallowed down a wheeze. “But what’s the word for a guy who willingly sleeps with supposed trash? I think the word... is also trash.” I tilted my chin up. It was stupid. It was suicidal. “Let go of me. Oh, wait—I forgot. Manwhores usually need some compensation before they disappear.”

I didn't respond to Tricia's accusations or her video right away. Instead, I flooded my own social media accounts with lifestyle photos, shopping sprees, afternoon teas, and weekend getaways. And in every single photo, I deliberately showed off luxury handbags, sports cars, designer jewelry, and our sprawling penthouse. All the hallmarks of a spoiled rich wife. It was pure bait. As expected, within days, my follower count exploded by the millions. The comment section was on fire. People tore into me for flaunting my wealth and being materialistic. Even those who had sided with me began to turn on me.

Cassie is an ordinary Omega and she is no match for Kayola- not in the least. Cassie runs out of the room, screaming at the top of her lungs. Kayola sighs and puts on her slippers. She gets to the large kitchen and she gasps at the sight before her. The kitchen is a huge mess. There are at least, two hundred dirty plates. The walls are splattered with soup stains and the floor is not left out. How on earth is she supposed to make this place sparkling clean?

She groaled. "Oh come on, Iris. Stop apologizing to that loser. Look at her, she looks like a trash." The girl she called Iris looked back to me and scanned me from head to toe. Her forehead creased. I think I what's gonna happen next. I was about to turn my back when she smiled. "This girl looks like a trash? I know a trash when I see one, you whore! Between you and her, you are the trash who belongs a million lightyears below me!"

I can't believe I just crumpled my own dignity and tossed into the trash bin, wow. "He's way too hot and perfect. Now I finally get it," Said a girl with a rebonded hair that goes all the way to her lower back. "I know right, such a waste," Her friend replied as they both sighed in deep disappointment. I can hear everybody’s lips blabbering shits about me. I forced my legs to continue walking, showing enough strength to appear as careless as I want to be about what they are trashing about me. "Good morning, Lance" Anna suddenly popped up in front of me.

“Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.” “It goes the same for you. We all know that you’re now staying with the Alpha and Luna of the pack for some reason unknown to us. I mean, who would want to take in an ogre to live with them? You’re finally living the life of your dreams and now wearing fancy stuff, but that does not change who you are, does it?” Sasha continued as she got closer to Clary. “I didn’t say that I’m changed.” “Oh,

“Oh yeah, totally. I’ve been dreaming of sucking off your fossil of a father since the day I got here. Super hot, all those gray pubes, really does it for me.” Elara’s face went purple. “You DISGUSTING FOOL…. ” “Elara!” Luna snapped, grabbing her arm. But Elara yanked free, stepped right up in my face. “You think you can just waltz in here and ruin my family? You’re nothing. You’re trash. Nobody wants you here except to fuck and throw away.” The word trash hit different. Hit hard. My laugh died instantly. I felt my face crumple before I could stop it, throat closing up.

It’s the arrogance, the little air of superiority, the way they think they’ve evaded the consequences of their actions which makes them predictable. The shopping mall was upscale, the kind of place where people with more money than sense liked to browse, trying on overpriced shoes they couldn’t afford, pretending they had a life worth watching. Trina was no different; blonde hair, too much makeup, heels that screamed, I’m important. As I followed her through the aisles, a chuckle bubbled up in my throat. If only she knew who was trailing her.

"You forget that I'm a peasant now." "You forget that your father is a bloody duke." "You forget that I am an illegitimate child so it doesn't matter." She added after a short pause. "Besides, I'm used to do sort of things now..." "What? Rubbing the floor?" "Yes, and worse. I clean up a henhouse too, it's always full of chicken waste." He frowned at the imaginings. "That's disgusting. You can't be serious." "It's true." "Nonsense. You bring your maid with you."

He cleared his throat to continue "No disrespect Alley. I was just coming over to remove the trash." Another mistake on Bret's part. Everyone called Alley trash. She didn't like that word just as much as faggot. I just shook my head at him waiting for Alley's reply. "Trash, really? Then I guess you will be walking yourself out of here" she said, crossing her arms and standing her ground. She gave me a cross look that had me wipe my smug grin right off my face. Fuck, she is sexy. I doubt she had any idea who Bret was talking about or why, but damn would she just sit by and let him treat someone any other way than she saw fit.