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.”

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

“No, obviously, I don’t.” A mocking smirk curled up her red, plump lips. “Obviously, I expected that. I could ask you to kneel and wipe my shoe with your tongue, but even that, you are not fit for, you trash. My shoe is worth more than your entire life and that of your generation.” A chorus of chuckles erupted from her clique, their eyes gleaming with malicious delight. I let them laugh, because the last laugh was going to be all mine. Was I affected? Why would I? There is a saying that not all that glitters is gold, and she was a perfect criterion of that phrase—adorned in beauty and luxury, but her grotesque character reeked to the high heavens.

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.

"I made a mistake and I'm sorry so please... I want you back..." Another stab to my heart. However, I watch in surprise as my useless twin throws Tristian over her shoulder and onto the ground. The loud thud sends a wave of pleasure through me. That's exactly what he deserves! If I didn't hate her, I'd give Daisy a high five! "Don't touch me!" Daisy growls lowly and glares down at him. "You're disgusting! You make me sick! Baby?"I almost laugh along with her but I hold back. "I feel like throwing up! You are just trash, aren't you?"

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 answer back confidently. data-p-id=8e77d0e07e1c75da38ca4e11d9bb2e96,"Most of the girls in Clinton high are rich slutty brats who lack self respect. I've always found them obnoxious and good for one thing only and that's sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a sexist." He blurts out randomly and I gag. "Why the fuck are you complaining to me?" I ask in a mock irritated tone.

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.