Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

"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."

“Yeah? Like we would believe that. A low-class charity case like you has nothing better to do than spread your legs for men way out of your league. What, your broke-ass family couldn’t afford to teach you basic manners? Or are you just naturally a homewrecking whore who gets off on stealing other girls’ boyfriends?” Ashley joined in, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. “Honey, we saw the way you were grinding on him like a cheap stripper. Josh told me all about you and how you threw yourself at him for months before he finally got tired of your clingy, gold-digging ass. Now you’re moving on to Troy? Pathetic. Some girls just can’t help being trash.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel ashamed. The comments flooded in again. [Why’s this spendthrift suddenly doing a clearance sale?] [What else? He probably knows her cash flow’s broken and is planning to run with the money.] [Elyse was born into wealth, and now this idiot’s raised her to be this narrow-minded?] [Don’t worry, once the real male lead shows up, their good days are coming.] Damn these comments. Nothing but garbage. I crouched down, meeting Elyse’s clear, worried gaze, and gently ruffled her hair. "I'm not throwing them away. And I’m not buying new ones either.

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

A salacious smile stretched across his lips as he asked, "So, you're Winona's best friend? Why are you following that useless piece of trash, Justin, around? You should come with me instead." He then pointed at Justin and said mockingly, "To think you used to be the cream of the crop of the elites that everyone used to fawn over. You don't even deserve to carry my shoes for me at this moment." Just then, Justin draped his coat over my shoulders, hiding them from Hunter's obscene gaze. He then stepped forward, and his eyes flashed coldly. "Keep talking, and I'll make sure you'll regret it." Hunter immediately shrank back at Justin's words.

“Nilah, you're Framing me. How dare you do something like this?!” I shrugged in response and smiled, “Director, I believe that everyone should know what to say and when to say it and this is exactly what you have done but you hid them. But if you don't want your dirty laundry to be shown to the public, the idea of taking things that don't belong to you shouldn't be acted on. Even though we all know that what you took is actually community trash, it still doesn't matter. Trash is still trash, once the use for something has passed what it's meant to be used for, it becomes trash. Be careful, director, so you won't catch diseases from the trash you're keeping.”

This is their one chance to stand against him, show him that they are not going to be minions that follow his every bark and call, because he is rich and handsome, but the first metallic clank to the ground breaks my heart. Everyone was snacking while he watched them at the rink, and as per school policies, everyone had to take them back to their respective class trash bins. All the trash is falling to the ground like rain, and every sound of them coming into contact with the ground breaks my heart. Before I could blink twice, the whole place was awfully littered. It's an eyesore, and it would take me hours to clean up, and then mop the ground… Marlon smirks, he is enjoying every bloody minu

Back in school, they had made a sport out of dropping passive-aggressive comments about Hazel’s humble background, her thrifted clothes, and her lack of a family trust fund. Chloe strutted over, eyes narrowed as she looked Hazel up and down. "Wow, it is you. What are you doing here? Did you get a job cleaning the offices or something?" Tanya giggled, leaning heavily against Romeo’s arm. "Oh, stop, Chloe. Maybe she's just taking a shortcut to the bus stop. You know how much she loves public transit." Romeo smirked, adjusting his cuffs while looking at Hazel with a patronizing pity. "Hey, if you're looking for a used sedan or something, Hazel, this isn't the spot. They don't even keep anything

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

“That worthless stone of hers doesn’t matter. If you wear it, you’ll only lower your status. Don’t worry, I’ll go to Tiffany's and bid on a bespoke gemstone for you.” Then Justin glanced at me with disdain. “Poor people are just pathetic, never having seen anything of value. They treat trash as treasure, with no class at all,” he said sarcastically. I wasn’t about to back down. “Yes, you’re right. I’ve had bad taste, mistaking trash for treasure. But now, I see things clearly. Trash belongs in the trash can, surrounded by other trash, so it doesn’t stink up the place.” “You!” Justin heard the underlying meaning in my words and pointed at me, warning me to shut up.