Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

"If I were your parents, I would be ashamed. What a waste of sperm and space. What a waste of time and money on you." Poppy flinched as if I had physically struck her. "You’re so insignificant that I used you as my test subject. Out of all the people I could have gone to tonight, I came here first. Not because you were important." I smiled sweetly. "But because you were the easiest to destroy." I straightened, brushing an invisible speck of dust from my sleeve. "Trash is trash, no matter how you look at it." Then I tossed the napkin at her, watching as it landed on her lap, staining the fabric of her already ruined blouse.

Same old pathetic Cornels, that's him right there. His reaction only earned a smirk from me and I stood in front of him, my eyes staring down at his obviously shorter frame. "She said, trashy handbags tend to ruin the elegance of an exquisite dress. You have to get rid to those 'trashy bags' in order for the elegance of your dress to stand out." His eyebrows knitted together at my words and I grinned, bending slightly to his ear as i whispered, "And I did just that," I paused, straightening up while gesturing to the now vacant table. "Right on this very table, in this very room"

“Don’t you think it’s strange that you and those stupid bitches were the only ones who left class after Valentina?” “T-Travis what are you talking about? I have no idea what you are accusing me of.” She denied. Lucille is a shameless, spoilt brat who would do anything to get attention, she would whine if things didn’t go her way… She was one of those people who believed they could get away with anything, and those are the kinds of people that I despised the most. Infuriated by her disgusting attitude I gripped her jaw tightly, and she winced in pain.

I opened Maya's chat first. —“CLARA, CALL ME RIGHT NOW! Maya had texted in all capital letters. DO NOT LOOK AT THE SCHOOL GOSSIP PAGE! JUST CALL ME!” Panic rushed through my veins. I completely ignored her warning and moved my thumb, slipping and tapping the bright I*******m notification bubble instead. The app opened instantly, loading a brand new video posted by the high school gossip page, and a video started playing. It was me, standing there in the purple dress, Sloane's arm swinging forward, the drink splashing across my chest in slow, humiliating detail; the crowd gasped loudly in the background, and the video looped right back to the beginning. The caption read: Trash belongs in the

She was the one who made her dreams delayed so why should she get along. “I never knew Ray has let his tight training gone to waste on such things that they can’t even greet when they see a person" Mica addressed Poppy whiles nearing her, if anyone was allowed to be rude, it is her and this will not change whilst she is here. She keeps getting disappointed over and over again as weeds have been left to strengthened and overgrow in this place but she will trim it all down. “I didn’t see any living thing worthy of my respect, all I can see is a bundle of trash that needs to be disposed"

“God, why does a high-end hotel like this reek of trash? I’ll need to file a complaint.” “Lysia Kingsley, stop acting so high and mighty. After all, you’ve already lost miserably, all your resistance is pitifully weak.” Camilla growled and stomped her foot on the ground in anger. “Cleaning up garbage for me and you think you’ve struck gold?” Lysia laughed sarcastically and clapped her hands, “Amazing. A third-wheel whore coupling with a backstabbing scumbag. Congratulations! Hold on to each other tightly for life so the rest of the world won’t have to suffer.”

She felt hot suddenly. "...Listen, I didn't really mean it like...Okay, don't take it personally. Men are just like that. They're all trash - trust me, I've been around the block and know how they all think. As soon as their woman stops satisfying them, it's off to the next pair of legs, and that's just how they are. They like feeling like they own her, that they can hurt her whenever they want. It's all about power and control. It's wrong, but it's biology, you know? Like I said, men are trash. The best we can do is hope the dick is worth it."

She glared at her and was insulted by the way Clara looked at her. Clara looked at Beatrix from head to toe before smiling. “You seem to have more children to look at than I do.” “Bitch! What do you need, and why did you come back?” “Yes, I’m the bitch between the two of us now, so you should be scared.” She grinned and looked pityingly at the woman. “Don’t be proud now just because you’re perched on the head of a buffalo. Even if your body is wrapped in gold, you’re still trash and garbage in my eyes!”

Why waste your time fighting for someone who doesn't even see you or care about your supposed love for him? A sly smirk spread across her lips. "You call me trash and say I'll always belong in the gutter, but look. This trash is the one who's got the man you've been trying so hard to be with for years. This trash spends countless nights being cuddled in his arms and is living her best life ever. This trash accomplished what you couldn't in years—being with the man who loves her to death, and so many more." She taunted, her eyes glinting with triumph.

"Answer my question, you freaking whore?" "A beast," she replies arrogantly. "You think I'm afraid of you?" It makes her laugh; how could he think his classless mentality and actions would make her afraid? "You think I'm afraid of a so-called billionaire just because he has lots of money? Fool you, as for me, you are trash, just trash. Who the hell on this earth kidnaps a girl just to take revenge? You know you have no class, and me being afraid of a classless person is just impossible."